Cat Laughing Last
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Wilma told Sam Ladler that onstage, when Cora Lee's emotions built through song, the young cat was naturally drawn to her in a powerful response. She said that was how she trained the kit. Ladler said the kit's appearance had been a nice surprise, that the kit added just the fillip the play needed. "This couldn't have happened," he said, laughing, "if Vivi had been present. She would have pitched a fit."
The play was to run for six weeks. Dulcie told the kit, "Except for performances, you'll stay in the house. When the play's over, you'll stay in the house until, hopefully, people forget about trained cats."
"If they ever forget," Joe said darkly.
"I will stay in the house," the kit said dutifully, her round amber eyes glowing with the magic of the theater, with a wonder and dimension that stayed with her each night long after the last curtain had fallen, so it was hard for her to fall asleep. She prowled the house worrying Dulcie, prompting Wilma to rise and warm a pan of milk for her then stroke her until she slept. If Wilma began to look haggard, people put it down to her demanding cat-training regimen.
Thorns of Gold, with the kit's added magic, contributed to the village of Molena Point a warm and glowing experience; and maybe the magic spilled over to anoint others. It was a week after opening night that Charlie made her announcement, at the engagement party at Clyde's house in honor of her and Max.
Ryan came early to help Clyde lay out plates and glasses on the seldom-used dining table. Mavity and Susan arrived just before Charlie and Max, bringing trays of canapes. Wilma and Gabrielle and Cora Lee of course were at the theater. Mavity had dressed in a powder blue pants suit that was not a uniform. Susan wore a long skirt and a hand-knit sweater. Soon after Detectives Garza and Davis arrived, loaded down with ice buckets and champagne, and before the engagement announcement, Charlie broke her news.
"Looks like the last chapters of Elliott Traynor's Twilight Silver will be published after all," she said quietly.
Garza frowned, "How did that happen? I thought Vivi couldn't write her way out of a paper bag. That's what alerted her agent in the first place."
"Vivi won't be writing the last chapters," Harper said.
"Who, then?" Garza said, waiting for the punch line. "Not Willie Gasper?"
"Charlie will be writing them," Harper said. "She talked with Traynor's editor yesterday. They like her work very much, they're sending her a contract."
"And," Charlie said tremulously, "I guess I have a literary agent. If I… if I decide to write something more."
Dulcie glanced at Joe, remembering how frightened Charlie had been when she first learned that her drawings had been accepted by the Aronson Gallery, how nervous she had been before the gallery opening-then how bubbly with excitement when everyone loved her work.
She was just as frightened now. But that didn't matter. Charlie did fine under pressure.
Harper put his arm around her, grinning down at her, then looking around at their gathered friends. "We've set the wedding date-four months from today, then we're off to Alaska. When we get back, maybe I can talk Charlie into supervising Charlie's Fix-It, Clean-It from her studio at the ranch, and spend the rest of her time working on whatever projects she maps out-provided she makes spaghetti once a week, and helps me with the horses."
Champagne corks were popped, toasts offered up, and the party food was attacked with enthusiasm. A dozen more officers arrived, some with their wives, and most of the librarians who worked with Wilma, and soon other friends began to straggle in. With the party in full swing, people crowding in wall-to-wall, the two cats, having eaten their fill, retired to the bedroom. It was perhaps half an hour later that Clyde appeared to ask Joe's advice. He shut the door behind him.
"You want my advice?" Joe said. "You're asking for my opinion? What's the catch?"
"Just be quiet and listen. Do you always have to be so sarcastic?" Clyde stood scowling down at him. "What would you think, if I didn't sell the house?"
Dulcie mewed softly. But Joe's heart gave a leap as violent as if he'd swallowed a live mouse.
"What would you think if Ryan added a second-story bedroom and office, with a view over the village-so we could see the ocean? And redesigned the backyard into a walled Spanish patio with those outdoor heaters, and a raised barbecue and fireplace?"
"Be okay, I guess," Joe said noncommittally. He didn't dare glance at Dulcie for fear he'd lose his cool. He wanted to do back flips, to yowl with happiness. "With, say, one of those cupola things on top of the new bedroom, a sort of cat tower? Could she do that?"
"She could do that," Clyde said. "But of course we'd have to live with a restaurant next door, with all the traffic, and people going in and out."
"We would," Joe said carefully, keeping the conversation low-key. He looked hard at Clyde. "Let's give it some thought. Think about our options." And for the first time, the idea of moving didn't seem like the end of the world. If he had options, and if Clyde was including him in on the decision making, then it wasn't like being thrown out homeless, back into the alleys. For the first time, the various possibilities held such interest for the tomcat that he couldn't help but purr.
Amazing what a difference it made when Clyde softened up a little and asked his advice. Joe felt like he'd fallen right back into his secure and comfortable life, as cozy as his own easy chair. Smiling up at Clyde, and then at Dulcie, he was caught in a warm froth of family sentimentality. "After all," he told Clyde, "if we did decide to move, we have the whole village to choose from."
Clyde grinned and picked Joe up, setting him on his shoulder, then tucked Dulcie under his arm. "You two did all right with the Traynor case. That phone call to Adele McElroy was, I have to say, a stroke of genius."
He looked down at Joe. "I don't want to know how you knew about her, or how you two softened Max Harper up to the point of allowing you in the station. The dispatchers seem quite taken with Dulcie.
"And Harper doesn't want to know, ever," Clyde said, "why there were gray and white cat hairs in the window of the Pumpkin Coach, among the broken glass." And he headed back for the party, dropping the cats on the couch beside Charlie. Harper, sitting close to her, turned to look at the cats, his expression stern and withdrawn-but there was, deep in the captain's eyes, something uneasy, something questioning.
Joe looked back at Harper as blankly as he could manage, and kneaded Charlie's knee, keeping his claws in. Charlie looked down at him, her eyes filled with amusement, and reached over him to hold Max's hand. And Joe thought, no matter how many thieves and deadbeats there were in the world, there were far more good folks. No matter how many tarty little murderers like Vivi Traynor, with her frozen cherries and her giggles, there were many more humans who were totally okay, folks a cat could count on.
All a cat had to do was right a few wrongs when he could, ignore the human transgressions he couldn't change, love his true friends, and always, always have the last laugh.
About the Author
SHIRLEY ROUSSEAU MURPHY has received seven national Cat Writers’ Association Awards for best novel of the year, two Cat Writers’ President’s Awards, the “World’s Best Cat Litter-ary Award” in 2006 for the Joe Grey Books, and five Council of Authors and Journalists Awards for previous books. She and her husband live in Carmel, California, where they serve as full-time household help for two demanding feline ladies.
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