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Deal 1367: Puddy Tats

Watch the cat they said.

Sounds so simple. The cat is trouble, so it must be watched.

But it wasn’t just one cat. It was a gang of cats, all dressed about the same, all bent on mischief.

All cats are bent on mischief. Its a given.

So I watch the cat.

The cat had a bath. The cat had a nap. The cat had another bath. The cat stared at nothing without moving for twenty minutes.

I watched the cat.

And still the bird went missing from its cage.

There must be more than one cat.

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Deal 1259: Framed.

The cage hung from a hook in the corner of a perfectly appointed room. It was gilded, as one would expect from the level of taste and sophistication shown throughout the other furnishings; gilded and ornamented to the point that any songbird kept inside would die of shame. The rest of the room was a riot of silk brocades, tapestries, rugs, tables, and decor. The room did not even attempt to speak with a coherent voice. It had no story to tell beyond the obvious “my owner has no taste.”

The cage was empty, its door standing open, a single yellow feather the only memento of its occupant.

No cat was evident, other than from the feather.

Not that finding the cat in this room even if he was sitting in plain sight would be easy.

The room alone is not the whole story.

Or even the whole storey. Wandering the rest of the house, there is indeed a cat. He is not happy, as the bird’s owner is convinced the cat ate the bird. Cat claims innocence. but struggles to explain a second yellow feather found on his jaw.

Meanwhile, in the attic, a small yellow bird gloats.