The Case of the Missing Hero (The Kitten Files Book 2) by Perry Kirkpatrick

Author:Perry Kirkpatrick [Kirkpatrick, Perry]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Perry Elisabeth Kirkpatrick
Published: 2014-11-27T05:00:00+00:00

Eleven

He didn’t sneak off without me. But he also didn’t answer my text message. Eventually, I quit playing with the phone and scooted out from under the bed.

“There’s the kitty!” cried Natalie, spying me in the hallway. “Uncle Keith! She must be done napping now!” She picked me up, saying in a tickly whisper, “Did you have a good nap? Mama says that’s what kitties are usually doing when they disappear for a while.”

I could not tell a lie... but neither could I talk, so it worked out.

“Uncle Keith, here’s Mia. Does she like car rides? Is that why you like to take her to town with you? Hero likes car rides. Except Mama doesn’t like him to ride in the car—just the truck—because he gets hair all over everything.”

Keith looked a little stunned by the chatter and blinked, trying to mentally keep up.

I didn’t bother trying. I thought about the dog and tried to picture him in color. I had only seen the black and white picture on the posters Dillon had made. He was a fluffy dog with what had to be light-colored fur. He had a sort of silly, lopsided grin on his face in the picture. Why was it that I couldn’t manage a smile and a not-so-bright dog could?

Oh, well. To each their own, I guess.

Keith had finally finished answering all of Natalie’s questions, so he took me from her and started to head toward the door.

I had this nagging feeling that we were forgetting something.

Oh, the cell phone. Did it really matter? Was I going to become one of those people who couldn’t go anywhere without their phone?

A vague uneasy feeling told me I just might need to bring it.

I jumped down from Keith’s arms and ran back down the hall to the guestroom.

I scooted under the bed and retrieved my phone. When Keith entered the room, I peeked out and gave it a little nudge toward him.

“Ah, so I have to be pockets for you now.”

You watch it, mister, or that will be your new nickname. Pockets. Heh. I liked that.

Nonetheless, he slid the device into his pocket and re-emerged, holding me again. We said our goodbyes and promised to keep in touch if we discovered anything new.

We drove back to town, past the street we’d visited earlier, and on up to where small farms mixed with rolling hills. As it was still technically part of the town, most of the houses were near enough to the roads that they could be seen easily.

We spent the next 45 minutes slowly checking for any signs of unusual activity or stolen dogs. From the road, everything seemed pretty normal, peaceful, and devoid of dogs. But then, what if he had the dogs indoors?

I had an idea. I pawed at Keith’s pocket until he handed me my phone. Checking first, to make sure nobody would see me, I send him a text message.

Why don’t I get out of the car? It’s not trespassing for a cat to sneak around.

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