Sunday, May 16, 2010

Max's Mystery Novel - Episode 7

Update: At the end of Episode 6, I had heard scary noises on the first floor while HH was out. When she returned home, I paced until she took the hint and opened the door to the first floor of Writer's Creative Studio.

Like a shot, I ran down the stairs, across the room and skidded to a halt in a puddle of blood. Now here's Episode 7 in my own words...

Fred's body was only an inch from me. And, yikes! I was standing in a puddle of his blood. Fred wasn't supposed to be on our floor. I couldn't make sense of it and I couldn't move.

Before I had time to even shake my head, HH scooped me up and held me at arm's length while she slowly skirted around Fred's body and backed into the laundry. She deposited me into the sink and told me to "Stay!"

Now, I'm not intentionally naughty, but "Stay" isn't something I'm usually very good at. In this case, however, I thought it was not the time to let curiosity get the best of me.

I watched as HH pulled her cell phone from her hip pocket. She called 911 first, and then she called her new friends Ben and Phyllis.

Ben and Phyllis arrived at the same time as Sheriff Johnson. After HH scrubbed my feet, she wrapped me in a towel and let Phyllis lead us outside. I must tell you, I wasn't too happy being relegated to the outside with the girls while the men (Ben and Sheriff Johnson) were inside investigating. I just knew I should be inside pointing out important evidence.

I squirmed in HH's arms to test out her feelings about the possibility of loosening her iron grip on me. "Settle down, Max. You've been brave enough for one day," she said to me.

"Why don't you let me take him over to my house?" Phyllis asked.

"Good idea," HH said. "I'll get his carrier.

"No.........!" I screamed in one long meooooooooow.

HH pretended that she didn't understand me, but I know she understood just fine, but I knew there would be no persuading her. So when she stood up, I grabbed the opportunity to jump from her arms and spring through the cat door.

Soon enough, four adults were trying to chase me down. I thought I had eluded them all and would get my chance to show Sheriff Johnson a thing or two about the crime scene when..... Ohhhhhhh Noooooooo....! HH was just too sneaky. Ben chased me from behind and when I looked behind me to see how close he was, HH put my open cat carrier directly in my path.

An old trick and I'm ashamed to say I fell for it. OMC -- not the role of hero I intended to play. Humiliated and frustrated, I accepted my fate... for the moment anyway...

5 comments:

Brian said...

Oh no, that didn't happen to you! Hey, then what??? Oh by the way, love your header Max!

Cathy Keisha said...

But ... but ... you know all the details. Humans just aren't too smart.

Mariodacat said...

Oh no - I'm left in suspense again! Can't wait to hear what happens next.

Michelle said...

Max, I know you'll figure out a way to let the Sheriff know about the crime scene!

The Island Cats said...

Max!! We know you will figure out a way to get out of that carrier!!