Coffee At Steve’s Country #7.

Good morning to all of you! It’s a real frosty morning today, but the coffee is hot and ready for everyone, so just help yourself and join us for a few minutes to relax a bit. Muffin is sitting, staring at the door right now, honest, she really is doing that. Speaking of Muffin. Some time back she “lost” her favorite mouse, this happens with her toys now and then. I looked everywhere and could not find it, so I bought her a new one because it’s her favorite toy. But I kept looking for her old mouse without success. Yesterday when we were playing she really started to fly around here, getting extra excited! Then onto my bed, then the window sill, up onto my insulator display shelves, across her “bridge”, which I made to connect those shelves with another cabinet to stop her from jumping across.

Evening grosbeaks, 1 male in the middle of the females.

From this other cabinet she went up to her “cave”, a spot I made for her on top of a large shelf above the washer/dryer combo. She likes her “cave”. But this time, when she came out, she brought her old mouse with her! Now I know what happens to toys that are “lost” and then reappear after a while. I always wondered how that happened. Now I know. She’s in her “cave” right now, just too excited waiting for visitors this morning. Jasper had a hard time yesterday with that other squirrel, but he was here for his afternoon snack, and since it wasn’t too cold I thought it would be a good time for a chat with him. “I see that other squirrel is a determined one.” Loud chip. “Yes, I guess he is a bit of a pest.” Chip. “You keep telling him to stay away, and he won’t?”

Female pine grosbeak.

Chip. “I agree, this is your territory, he has his own and should stay there. Maybe the food isn’t so good over there.” Chip. “He said there’s no peanuts? You should tell him most squirrels don’t have peanuts, they eat pine, spruce and balsam cones, well, the seeds in them.” Chip. “Oh, you told him that.” Chip. “He’s not satisfied with that and wants peanuts? Well, maybe you could let him have some.” Loud chip. “Oh, you offered to share, but he wants them all for himself? Hmm, that’s not fair, you were here first, your mother gave you her territory, so it belongs to you.” Chip. “You’re welcome.” He takes another peanut and off he goes. Hopefully Jasper can keep fighting off that other squirrel, I would miss him. Well, thanks for coming today, I hope you all have a wonderful day and God bless!

Steve and Muffin.

©2021 Steve McLeod.

The Investigators, Inc. The Missing Cat. Chapter 3.

Lena comes in and sits down beside me on the bed. “There’s something strange going on,” she said, “Lara is not acting like herself. She doesn’t scare easily, she teaches several martial arts classes, she knows how to protect herself. And she’s carrying a gun too, she has a holster on her back, that’s why she’s wearing that big loose sweater.” “Hmm, I thought she seemed scared and nervous, but not about this curse she’s talking about,” I said. “That’s another thing, she lied,” said Lena, “her brother died only 2 years ago, not 5, and it had nothing to do with a breakin. He committed suicide. That’s when she got the cat. She never told me about the curse before, so I don’t know if that legend is real or not.” “It’s beginning to look like she just wanted to get us out here for some reason other than what she is telling us,” I said, “so we need to be very careful from now on. I think someone else is involved with this also.”

The house.

Meow?=You think maybe that human Gisela doing this? “I don’t know Mr. Cat,” I said, “but it would certainly be something that she would do.” “Lara is such a nice woman Steve,” said Lena, “I just can’t imagine she would turn bad like this.” “Things can happen to people sometimes that changes them,” I said, “a large debt, or there’s a lot of money involved for her, or there’s something in her past she doesn’t want revealed, it could be one of many things.” “Something in her past,” said Lena, “now that makes sense. One time she was going to tell me something she had never told anyone before, something that bothered her from her past, but some friends showed up right then and we never got back to that again.” “Hmm, another piece of the puzzle to think about,” I said, “but tonight we just make sure we are watchful. I want the cats to stay with you tonight Lena.” Meow,meow?=But then who look after you? I go with Lena and Mr. Cat stay with you.

“No Muffin,” I said, “I don’t want you cats split up, you stay together.” “There’s a big sofa in here, I could sleep on that,” said Lena. “Hmm, maybe that’s a good idea, better to stay together, only I’ll sleep on the sofa,” I said. At 2 am the alarm went off on the cats collars, gas in the room! I woke up everyone, grabbed my gun and we rushed out of the room. Once in the hall there was a shot! I felt the pain and dropped to the floor. I came to a few minutes later on my bed with Lena and Lara patching up my wound. It was only a graze on my head and wasn’t serious.

The wrath of Mr. Cat is coming!

It seems that 3 men came in, one shot me, one grabbed Muffin and all 3 ran! Mr. Cat got one of them however, plus he hit the gunman in the back, but he still got away. Meow!!=They took my Muffin!! They took my Muffin!! Poor Mr. Cat, he’s blaming himself because of not protecting Muffin. I managed to calm him down, telling him he did the best he could and did very well for getting one of them. It was actually my fault, we should have been taking turns watching through the night. I won’t make that mistake again. All these safety gadgets I have are nice, but sometimes you can’t beat the old fashioned way of doing things. Lena spent the rest of the night with Lara while Mr. Cat and I stayed awake to watch…and think.

This is not good, Muffin is in trouble and we have no idea where she is or what is going on. In the morning, after breakfast, I told Lena and Lara to come in the living room so we can talk. I went over to Lara before she sat down and pointed my gun at her and took her gun, tossing it over to Lena. “What’s going on?,” asked Lara, sounding quite nervous. “We are going to have a talk,” I said, “you have not been truthful with us and now Muffin is missing. That means I have zero patience right now with playing games, except my own game.” I point my gun at Lara. “If you answer truthfully, there will be no problems, if not, I pull the trigger,” I said. Her eyes got real big. “Now, who is behind this?”, I asked. “I, I, don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, nervously. “Wrong answer,” I said and pulled the trigger.

To Be Continued.

Picture of Mr. Cat kindly supplied my his human Nina.

Previous chapters of this story can be found on my home page under, “The Investigators, Inc.”

©2021 Steve McLeod.