“The monkeys told me I’d find you here. Of course they also said stinkbugs make great perfume… But anyway, hand it over!” Detective Fickle flung out his revolver. Kat purred.
“What are you talking about?” Her tail quickly wound around his feet.
“Kat, the police are hot on your trail. They will find you.” He struggled to keep his voice level. Kat snorted.
“Fat chance.” She carried the detective into an abandoned warehouse. All around there were posters advertising circuses and fairs. Carpet covered the wooden floors, and chairs were strategically placed around a stage.
“Wow. This place is the cat’s pajamas. No pun intended.” he looked at Kat, who simply rolled her eyes….