Who would have poisoned the old man's dog?
In the canine universe, it operates likes an agency. Dogs are not assigned humans, but they use a strategy that is fool proof in getting one of their dogs with the human they want. They make sure all the dogs that are good candidates are up to be seen when a human wishes to adopt, that way, no matter who is chosen its always a good choice.
Now, let me get to the real story here, I must be quick though. It started when I was dropping off some groceries at Old Miss Carter's house when I heard voices from the backyard. It was strange because I handled any appointments she made and I didn't remember setting a date with anyone that would make them come here. And besides, the only things that could be in Old Miss Carter's yard were her two dogs: Glenda, an old German Shepard, and Don Wayne, a small Shiba Inu. I had to go see who was back there, what if they tried to hurt the poor old woman. Not on my watch they wouldn't. So, I grabbed a stick in the front lawn, it wasn't much but enough, and I edged my way to the fence that led tot he back yard. The voices her louder, a man and a woman. I peeked over the short fence, and slapped a hand over my mouth to make sure I didn't make any noise.
Glenda and Don Wayne paused, looking around the yard, and then continued talking.
"That old man's dog is causing too much trouble, we have orders from High Command to get rid of him." snarled Glenda, glancing across the yard.
Old man's dog? They could only mean Bebop. He was a tall proud looking Irish Setter owned by Mr. McKinley down the street.
"Well we can't just march over and tear out his throat, that's leaving a message, and we don't want that." Don Wayne reasoned, scratching is ear.
"Then what do you suggest we do? Do we go to the Society of Sir Ender?"
Surrender? I had no idea what that meant, I figured they meant a brutal group that would teach Bebop a lesson. That wasn't good at all.
But I was to learn that it was a lot worse than it sounded.
Once Glenda had agreed to go to Society of Sir Ender, she and Don Wayne made their way from the yard to the fence where I was at. I had to move quickly, so I made a mad but quiet dash for the front of the house, I grabbed the groceries I had left on the front step and pretended to be leaving them there. And just my luck, they turned the corner, and I coolly cooed at them a hello. They barked and wagged their tails at me as they went. I watched them as they turned the corner of the block and dropped the bag and ran after them.
I followed them for four blocks, until we reached Capitol Drive. The minute I stepped into the street I knew I just stepped out of Dog Town and into Cat Alley. A grey cat eyed me as I walked on the sidewalk of the dimly lit street. I felt uneasy now that I knew about the Dogs, I was right to assume that the Cats were no different.
I had lost the dogs for a moment, but it didn't take as long as I thought it would to find them. They were sitting before a Cat Council. There were five cats sitting on plush, probably stolen, well made pillows. The leader, a tall pure white male cat, sat center with two cats flanking each side. The two cats to the leader's right were Twin Russia Blues, and on it's left was a regal looking Scottish Fold, and a black and white Persian. This did not look good at all.
"Sir Ender!" barked Don Wayne. The lead cat nodded its head, and thats when I realized. Sir Ender was the mastermind. Things kept getting worse.
It was silent for a moment, and then Glenda meowed.
I stared. Glenda meowed. And Sir Ender meowed back. They were speaking cat. CAT! I listened to the meowing for several minutes before they seemed to reach an agreement.
I had to go and warn Mr. McKinley, or really, Bebop, there was no way I needed to look crazier than an old man. I ran the four blocks back to the street I had come from, hoping to beat the dogs and the cats there.
And I did. But everything looked normal. I bit my lip ad I decided that I'd sit in the car and see if anyone came around. No one did for several hours, and while I still very nervous and anxious, I had to go home. Emily would be waiting for me to pick her up from school.
So I went and go her, I went home and did the normal things mothers do. But I felt on edge. I was dying for the day to be over so I could go an check on Bebop without having to worry about leaving Emily alone.
The next day, after dropping Emily off, I raced to the store to buy Old Miss Carter's special organic milk and get to her street as fast as I could drive. When I arrived, Mr. McKinley was raving to another one of the elderly that lived on this street. "But he was such a youngster, that Bebop. Young, young Bebop."
Mr. McKinley's daughter was walking out of the house carrying a large long bundle wrapped in sheets in her arms. I saw red stringy fur. And I knew Bebop was dead. Old Miss Carter had shuffled out, waving at me, to see Mr. McKinley. She was followed by Glenda and Don Wayne, who looked so pleased with themselves. I stared at them with wide eyes of fear. They looked at something behind me just then, and then their gaze turned to me. I glanced back quickly, and the twin Russian Blue cats were looking straight at me before they turned their back on me and slunk into the shadows.I raced to my car, driving like a madwoman to get home. They knew I knew. They knew I knew. I was so dead.
When I arrived, I ran and locked every door ans window I had and went to barricade myself in my room. I grabbed provisions and slipped into my room. I leaned against the door and sighed in relief. Hopefully nothing would happen now. Maybe they'd see how scared I am and think I wont say anything.
I was going to stand when-
"Hello there Miss Perry."
My head shot up and there sat the regal white cat, flanked by his Russian Blues. I did nothing but scream.