A Purrfectly Perilous Plot by Patricia Fry

Author:Patricia Fry [Fry, Patricia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781733277259
Publisher: Matilija Press
Published: 2019-11-01T22:00:00+00:00

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“Hi,” Savannah said, watching her aunt slide into her car later that day. She patted Margaret’s hand. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you. How are you?”

“Yes, you’ve been busy with murderous writer buddies and things.” Margaret shuddered. “That was really a shock. I’ve known the Lang family since high school, so a double shock. I would never have guessed.”

“It seems that Rich Lang slipped,” Savannah said, driving out onto the highway. “It happens.”

“Maybe more so to writers,” Margaret suggested.

“Why would you say that?” Savannah challenged.

“Oh, I don’t know, but haven’t you wondered about authors who write some of the weird stuff they write? You’d have to have a screw loose.”

Savannah shrugged. “I guess. But yeah, that was awful. As I told Iris, I think I’ll become a solitary writer again, like God intended.”

Margaret laughed. She petted Rags when he jumped into the front seat. “Does Arthur know what he’s doing involving this guy in a live play, for heaven’s sake?”

“I hope so. There will be other cats on stage as well, so they can’t and don’t expect perfection.”

Margaret looked into Rags’s face. “Well, I don’t know why you were recruited when our sweet Layla and your Buffy are so much more cooperative and eager to please.”

Savannah grinned at her aunt. “Those two are beautiful and good-natured and sweet, but maybe a little bland to star in a play like this.”

“Bland?” Margaret questioned.

“Hey, I love Buffy to pieces,” Savannah said. “She and Layla are sweethearts. They have a sort of soft appeal. People want to cuddle and pet them and look at them, but neither of them is what you’d consider wildly fascinating.”

Margaret gazed at Rags. “And he is?”

“Yes, he is,” Savannah insisted. “He has more personality—you know, the kind that might appeal to an audience.”

Margaret grinned. “If you say so.” She shimmied. “I’m just excited to finally get a chance to learn a few tricks from that circus-cat guy.”

“Sir Roscoe?” Savannah said.

“Yeah, whatever he calls himself.”

“What will you do with the knowledge?” Savannah asked, grinning.

“Oh, um, well, maybe teach some of my cats to do a few tricks.”

“Why?” Savannah asked.

“To amuse myself, I guess, and maybe make my life easier.” She faced Savannah. “Wouldn’t it be cool if you could teach a cat to take his medication without a wrestling match?”

“Oh, Auntie, you and Max know how to give cats medicine.”

“Yeah, but it’s difficult with some cats that come in—those we haven’t had a chance to bond with yet. Plus, if we could teach an easier method of handling things like that to those who adopt cats from us, think how much more pleasant their relationship with the cat would be.”

“I guess that makes sense,” Savannah agreed.

“Of course, it makes sense,” Margaret insisted. “I’m not a blubbering idiot.” When she saw the look on her niece’s face, she carped, “What’s that smirk about? Are you insinuating something?”

“No, nothing. Here we are. This is where the circus cats live,” Savannah said, pulling into the driveway.

Margaret narrowed her eyes. “Vannie, you’d better watch how you behave with your elders.

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