Hello and welcome to another tag post today!  But this one is different because it’s Muffin that has been tagged!  Meow, meow!=I get tagged by someone named Peregrine, sound like some kind of bird, got tagged long time ago but my human forgot.  He very sorry to Peregrine forgetting about this.  He also have trouble walking on very sore feet!

To Play Along With This Tag:

1- Please share a link to the creator of the tag- jesusluvsall.wordpress.com

2- Share some highlights for you over the past decade and if you want, a few low points

3- Tag whoever you wish to.

4- Ask them some questions

5- Use any picture appropriate for such a tag.

Some Highlights Of Past Decade:

Hmm, not sure what is highlights mean, so I just mention some things that happen to me, but I only mention good things, not bad things, don’t like bad things.

~When 1 year old I had 5 adorable kittens that all got adopted into good homes!😻😻😻😻😻

~I was adopted by my human. He a bit crazy but I love him anyway!😻😻😹😹

~I show my human I good mouse catcher. He get all excited when I catch mouses, but then he do strange thing, put dead mouses on bird feeder. He not make good cat.😸🙀

~I turn 8 years old! Have big party with online friends and maple cupcakes!😺😸😻🧁

~Have star role in new detective series! Well, my human also have second star role!😸😸😁✨🏆

Now For Questions From Friend Peregrine:

1. What was your favorite book to read as a kid?  Book?📚 I don’t read books, can’t read yet, still learning.😺 When I kitten favorite thing to do was play with mommy’s tail!😹
2. Someone made you a buffet perfected to your taste. What do you put on your plate?  Wow! Like this question,😻 anything beef, steaks, roasts, hamburgers, yummy!😸 Also fish, my human not like fish, I love fish, except tuna, not like tuna. Also salad, and coleslaw, yummy stuff! And maple cake!😸😸🎂
3. If you could spend a day with one fictional character, who would it be and why?  I thought humans fictional characters.😹 They strange enough to be. My human hook chipmunk on finger and let it go instead of bringing inside for supper! How could that be real? He not make good cat, not at all, he starve.🙀🙀🐿😹
4. If you could be a fly on the wall anywhere, where would you go and why?  Why I want to be fly?😸 I play with flies, I eat flies.  Why I want to be fly and get eaten? Very strange. 😹 I like being cat.😸😻

Now For My Tags:

I not know if other cats do tags.  If you a cat, you are tagged!😺😺  Come on cats, let’s get this going and have some fun! 😸😸 I even give questions.

1. What is your favorite color?
2. What is your favorite food?
3. What is favorite toy to play with?
4. Are you only cat in house?

There, nice and simple, remember, all cats are tagged!  Thanks to Peregrine again for tagging me and thanks to my human for helping translate my meows. Bye everyone!

Muffin and Steve.

©2020 Steve McLeod.

I am suddenly awakened by Muffin slapping my face.  Meow, meow.=No time for sleep, wake up, people here.  That certainly woke me up in a hurry and I grabbed my gun.  I could hear movement around outside so I quickly put Muffin’s backpack on her and got her slingshot ready.  Then I grabbed my backpack and went to wake up Jenny, which wasn’t easy.  Quickly, I said to her, and quietly, we have been found and we have to hide.  Hide in this small house?  Yes, follow me and we all went into the kitchen.  I had discovered this earlier when I was searching the house.  Just then someone shone a flashlight in through the kitchen window, the only one in the house that didn’t have a curtain on it.  Fortunately we were off to the side enough so they wouldn’t have been able to see us.  When the light disappeared I pulled the table up revealing a trap door that led to the cellar.

Muffin went first, then Jenny and myself last and I closed the trap door.  There was a couple of large hooks to hold the trap door in place.  There, I said, hopefully they won’t try to move the table which is permanently attached to the trap door.  So we should be safe.  How did they find us?, Jenny asked and she seemed genuinely surprised by this.  There was a transmitter in your shoe, I said.  But how?  No one has ever been alone with my clothes.  Same way they got the one in your belt, I replied.  But I just don’t understand how it could happen.  Then she paused for a moment, unless it was the woman at the hotel, she helped me pack and bring my stuff down to the car.  And she seemed so nice too, said Jenny.

Well, right now we can’t trust anyone, I said.  Jenny looked at me, you trust me though, don’t you?  I’m a PI, I can’t afford to trust anyone, not even a good friend.  But, yeah, I do trust you.  Meow, meow.=Me too, I trust Jenny, I can tell she good.  Muffin seems to agree with you, Jenny said.  Meow, meow=She understand me, we take her back home with us.  Hey, not so fast Muffin, first things first, we need to get out of this alive.  Now we could hear our visitors were inside.  They have to be in here somewhere, I heard one of them say.  Then a thought occurred to me and I checked my gun, which was actually the gun the pilot had given me.  Sure enough, in the handle was another transmitter.  This one was quite small, but good enough obviously, so they would know we were still here.

There was a number of rocks in this cellar so I crushed that transmitter.  Hey, the signal stopped, one of them yelled.  He must have found the last transmitter, but we know they are here, there must be a cellar in this place.  We’re trapped, said Jenny quietly.  Meow, meow.=Come, I find something.  We follow Muffin to a spot behind the stairs.  Hmm, a short door.  It opened to a tunnel of some kind so in we went, with Muffin in the lead.  I closed the door and as soon as it clicked shut…there was a large rumbling and the ceiling of the tunnel collapsed!

To be continued.

Steve and Muffin. (For previous chapters and stories, please go to my home page and look under 20/20 Investigations, Inc.)

©2020 Steve McLeod.