I shook my head. “Apart from the four of us, do you know any other cats that have a certain measure of control over the remote?”
“You mean cats don’t have any say in what they get to watch on television?”
“No say whatsoever, buddy. None.”
“Poor creatures.”
“Yeah, you can say that again.”
“Always having to watch whatever their humans like to watch.”
“Can you imagine?”
“Having to watch things like Game of Thrones.”
“Or NFL, MLB, NBA or NHL. Or even NASCAR!”
He shivered at the thought. “We really are very lucky cats, Max.”
“I know, Dooley. We have the best humans. Who let us watch whatever we like to watch.”
“Like cat food commercials.”
“And the Cartoon Network.”
“And the Discovery Channel.”
I grimaced. “I’ll leave that to you.” Dooley is a big fan of the Discovery Channel, and likes to watch it with Gran of an evening. Of course he also watches soap operas and other daytime television with Gran, too, but that can’t be helped. At least the Discovery Channel gives him some food for thought, and a paw up for his general education.
We’d arrived on Harrington Street and were about to enter the house when I became aware of some strange goings-on at the house next door. Two dark-clad individuals came sneaking out along the narrow strip that divides Odelia’s house from Kurt Mayfield’s.
“Kurt has some late-night visitors,” said Dooley.
“Visitors? Or burglars?” I said with a worried glance in the direction of the odd pair. One was big and tall, the other thin and short, though I couldn’t tell who they were because they were both wearing some type of face coverings. They were also carrying some large and bulky object, and making haste as they picked their way along the hedge.
“Maybe we should tell Odelia,” Dooley suggested. I glanced back at the house. Brutus and Harriet had already disappeared inside, and both Odelia’s and Marge and Tex’s houses were dark and quiet.
“By the time Odelia is out here they’ll be long gone,” I said. “Better to follow them and see what they’re up to instead.”
And so Dooley and I snuck behind the sneaky twosome and followed them as they hit the sidewalk, then hurried along toward a black van. One of the pair opened the side door and placed the bulky package inside, then both got in and soon the engine roared to life.
“Let’s take a closer look at the license plate,” I suggested.
Unfortunately, before we could, a large cloud of black smoke blasted from the exhaust, obscuring said license plate. All I could see as the van peeled away from the curb in a haze of diesel fumes were the letter A and the number 5.
“A5,” I said. “What did you get, Dooley?”
“I got nothing,” he said, coughing. “Except a lungful of smoke.”
“If nothing else, Uncle Alec will probably be able to arrest them for nocturnal pollution,” I said. At least if a law existed against pollution, nocturnal or otherwise.
Coughing, we both returned to the house, and vowed to tell Odelia about these suspicious marauders in the morning.
So we passed along the strip of lawn between Odelia’s house and Marge and Tex’s, and got in through the pet flap, then had a bite to eat and a sip of water before heading upstairs to enjoy a nice nap.
We hopped onto the bed, Chase automatically retracting his long limbs to provide Dooley some space at the foot of the bed while I made myself comfortable at the foot of Odelia’s side of the bed, and very soon we were both snoring along with Odelia and Chase’s snores, the picture of familial bliss.
Chapter 27
When Odelia opened her eyes the next morning, she found herself staring into a pair of green-golden cat eyes. They were about half a foot removed from her face and gazing steadily at her with an intensity and fixedness only cat owners are accustomed to.
“Hi, Max,” she groaned, not fully awake yet. He’d already walked over her to reach his favorite spot: right in the middle of the bed between her and Chase, where he liked to lie and purr until one of them woke up and proceeded to stroke his fur so he could bury his nose into an armpit or elbow and continue to purr up a storm. His preferred armpit was Odelia’s, but he wasn’t choosy, and if Chase happened to be better positioned he didn’t mind digging his nose into his pit.
Cats didn’t seem bothered by smelly pits, or else Max would have reeled back in horror. And neither did they mind smelly breath, for Max loved to smell her and Chase’s breath in the morning, something she wouldn’t advise anyone—unless they had a death wish.
“Something happened last night,” Max said now.
“Mh?” she said, her brain only now starting to boot up, and even then only to a minor degree.
“I think Kurt was visited by two midnight prowlers. They were both dressed in black and carried a big bulky object tucked in a canvas bag or sack. And then they got into a black van and drove away.”
“In a cloud of black smoke,” Dooley added. He was lying on Odelia’s other side, and so now she was compelled to divide her attention between the two cats.
“Two prowlers dressed in black, carrying a black bag and escaping in a black van. Anything else you want me to know?” She finger-combed her long blond tresses away from her face but got stuck halfway. She really needed to go to the hairdresser soon.
“What’s going on, babe?” asked a sleepy-sounding Chase.
“Max and Dooley caught two suspected burglars last night, walking out of Kurt’s house carrying a large canvas bag with an unknown object inside. They then got into a black van and took off.”
“Description,” Chase muttered, his police brain asserting operational control.
“One was short and thin, the other one big and tall, and the license plate number started with A5,” Max said, his words translated by Odelia for Chase’s benefit.
“Gotcha,” Chase muttered, then rubbed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Don’t you think it’s a strange coincidence that an amateur sleuth like you, and a professional detective like me, have managed to be adopted by two amateur sleuth cats?”
Odelia smiled. “No, I don’t think that’s a coincidence at all. We’re a family of sleuths, after all. And Max and Dooley are probably even better at this stuff than we are.”
“Oh, that’s for sure,” said Chase as he leaned over and gave Odelia a peck on the lips.
She kept her mouth tightly closed. Cats might not mind her morning breath, but she sure as heck wasn’t going to allow her boyfriend to smell it. At least not until after the wedding.
“I’ll check on Kurt later,” said Chase.
“What will you tell him?”
“That one of the neighbors happened to walk his dog last night and thought he saw a couple of unsavory types snoop around the house.”
“What I find strange is that Fifi didn’t warn her human,” said Max now. “She might not be much of a watchdog but I’m sure that if a couple of burglars burgled the house she would bark up a storm.”
“Yeah, that is strange,” Odelia agreed.
“What’s strange, babe?” asked Chase, yawning and stretching his lanky frame, causing the bed to creak dangerously.
“That Fifi didn’t bark.”
“I’ll tell you all about it once I’ve talked to Kurt. Don’t get your hopes up, though, you guys,” he added with a wink in the direction of Max and Dooley. “Chances are it’s a false alarm. But nevertheless: great job, cat sleuths one and two.”
“I wonder which of us is cat sleuth number one and which is number two,” Dooley said as Chase got out of bed and in the process dislodged Max from the blanket he’d claimed for his own.
“I’m sure it’s not important,” said Max as he walked across Odelia again, causing the latter to huff out a surprised ‘Oof!’ as he dug his paws into her stomach.
Cats. You had to love them. Especially early in the morning.
She followed Chase’s cue and got up, too, slipping her feet into her pink Hello Kitty slippers and dragging her sleepy frame down the stairs and into the kitchen where she proceeded to put on a fresh pot of coffee.