“When Harriet kissed you, what did it feel like?”
“Wet.”
“Did you feel butterflies fluttering around in your tummy? A choir of angels singing in the sky? The scent of blossoms filling your nostrils? A feeling that all was well with the world?”
“I felt an urge to slap her, if that’s what you mean.”
He gave me a dark scowl. Obviously that wasn’t the answer he’d been looking for.
Lucky for me we’d finally reached the Donna Bruce place. All was dark, which was a good sign. I just hoped Rex and Rollo would prove as dumb as they looked and wouldn’t chase two innocent cats trying to steal their food after hours. We approached with stealth and bated breath, and walked around the back, justlike that morning. The pool area was deserted, and there was no sign of the two hyped-up poodles.
“Looks promising,” I whispered.
“Why are you whispering?” Dooley whispered back.
Some questions are just too dumb to dignify with a response so I didn’t respond. Instead, I padded up to the back door but found it locked. Obviously. And thus the tedious task of finding an access point began. I finally found a ground floor window that was ajar and attempted to get in that way. Unfortunately, because of my big bones, I didn’t fit. So I told Dooley to give it a try. It was a tight fit but he managed. Once he was inside, he whispered, “What do I do now?”
“Now you go in search of food and bring it to me,” I instructed my feeble-minded friend.
He gave me two claws up and disappeared from sight. I waited patiently for his return, all the while trying to ignore my rumbling stomach. I’d never known hunger before, and now I understood what all the hungry animals in the world must experience on a daily basis. It wasn’t a lot of fun.
And I’d just wandered off in the direction of the pool, when I caught movement inside the house. I walked up to the glass doors and peeked inside. One of the many advantages us felines have over humans is that we can see in the dark. And what I saw in the dark was… Donna Bruce!
I staggered back in shock and horror. What the… After gathering my courage, I approached the window once more. And sure enough, Donna Bruce was walking around inside, dressed in a white nightgown, carrying some kind of smoking contraption in her hands and flitting to and fro as she waved the smoky thing along the walls, moved it past the furniture, and generally seemed to be performing some kind of strange ritual.
I’d never seen a dead person walking around before, so I had my face glued to the glass all the while. Now that I was over my first reaction of fear, the phenomenon was kinda fascinating. So this was what a ghost looked like, huh? Cool!
Then she disappeared from sight and the show was over.
Lost in thought, I moved back to where I’d left a Dooley eager to find food for me. What I found was a Dooley scared stiff.
“I saw a ghost!” he cried.
“Me too. Where’s my food?”
“I saw the ghost of Donna Bruce!”
“I know. So where’s my food?”
“She’s dead and she’s still walking around!”
“My food, Dooley!”
He stared at me, not comprehending. Then he got it.“Oh, there is no food. I think they moved the dogs. There’s no sign of Rex and Rollo. But I saw the ghost of Donna Bruce!”
Crap. I didn’t know much about ghosts, but what I did know was that they didn’t eat. So we’d come all this way for nothing? Crappity crap! But then it dawned on me. If I told Odelia we’d seen the ghost of Donna Bruce she might be so happy she gave me some Cat Snax!
And as Dooley and I began the long trek back to home and hearth, that thought was the only thing that kept me going. That and the notion that we’d finally bested Harriet at the sleuthing thing. Cause if that really was Donna’s ghost, she’d be able to tell us who killed her, wouldn’t she? Of course she would. Case closed! Cat Snax here I come!
Chapter 23
Odelia woke up from the scuffle of paws and the clicking of claws against the side of the bed. There were hushed voices and she knew what was going on. Max was trying to jump up on the bed, proving he wasn’t too fat, and Dooley was giving him a boost but failing to apply sufficient thrust to propel the overweight cat up and away.
She rolled over and tried to go back to sleep. It was still dark out and she so did not want to get up. After the bee incident there had been a lot of shouting and recriminations being hurled about, and it had taken forever to calm down all parties and clear the house and garden of the last straggling bees. Now all she wanted to do was sleep.
“Pssst! Odelia!”
“Just lemme sleeeeep,” she murmured.
“Push harder, Dooley!”
“I’m pushing as hard as I can, Max!”
“Odelia! We’ve got news for you!”
“Tell me in the morning.”
“This can’t wait! We saw a ghost!”
“Max, I’m getting squished here.”
“That’s not possible. You’re just not pushing hard enough.”
“You’re too heavy!”
“No, I’m not. You’re just being lazy is all.”
There was the sound of a heavy object dropping to the floor and Dooley squealing in pain. Odelia sat up with a jerk.“Will you two cut it out already? I’m trying to get some sleep here.”
“Max sat on me!”
“I did not! You dropped me!”
With a loud groan of exasperation she switched on the light and peered over the edge of the bed. Max was sitting on top of Dooley’s face and Dooley did not seem happy about it.
“Max. Get off Dooley. Dooley, you should know better than to try and lift Max.”
“I know,” Dooley said once Max had shifted his butt. “But he insists it’s what friends do.”
“If you were really my friend you’d simply do as I tell you and give me a boost,” Max grumbled.
“What’s all this about a ghost?” Odelia muttered, supporting her head on her hand, her eyes drooping closed again.
“We saw the ghost of Donna Bruce. She was haunting her own house. Can I get a snack now?” asked Max.
Odelia’s eyes flashed open. “What were you two doing at Donna’s house?”
“We were… investigating,” Max said.
“And also looking for food,” Dooley added, earning him a scowl from Max.
“And then you saw Donna’s ghost,” Odelia said skeptically.
“Yes, we did,” Dooley said. “I saw her first, as I was inside the house looking for Rex and Rollo’s bowls. Max was waiting outside cause he couldn’t fit through the window.”
“Too much information, Dooley,” Max hissed.
“No, that’s fine,” said Odelia. She knew Dooley would never lie to her, which meant they really had seen something. She very much doubted it would be a ghost, since ghosts didn’t exist, but there must have been someone lurking about. “What did she look like, this ghost?”
“She looked exactly like Donna,” said Dooley.
“Spitting image,” Max agreed.
“And what does Donna look like?”
Dooley thought for a moment.“Well, she’s a woman, for one thing.”
“Long hair. Long white dress,” Max added.
“She was sort of floating around. Barefoot.”
“And she was carrying some kind of smoky thing, doing some kind of ritual.”
“Oh, that’s right,” said Dooley enthusiastically. “There was an awful lot of smoke.”
Odelia frowned. What little she knew about ghosts was that they wore whatever they died in, and since Donna had died in the nude, with only a towel to protect her modesty, this ghostly apparition most probably was not Donna. Still, it was obvious Max and Dooley had seen someone poking around Donna’s house in the middle of the night, so…
She picked up her phone from the nightstand and dialed Chase’s number. After a few rings a groggy voice muttered, “’lo?”
“Hey, Chase. Odelia. We have to check out Donna’s place. Someone’s prowling around.”
There was a momentary silence, then,“You’re at Donna’s house?”