1 A Paw-sible Theory

by Anna Kern

  I had been sizing up the lawyer as I listened to the discussion and sensed his ambivalent feelings towards cats. I didn’t know exactly what lawyers did, but I knew this one was defending Ethan, doing the same thing I was––putting clues together to solve a puzzle.

  I quickly determined that this was the opportune time to act. Although my theory as to what had happened remained unconfirmed, I wanted to get the lawyer thinking in that direction. I jumped off the chair and onto the counter, startling Hunter into reaching out for me, foiling my attempt to leap to the top of the cabinet.

  Maggie literally snatched me out of his hands and unceremoniously deposited me on the floor. Naturally, I was mad and showed it by stomping out of the kitchen, definitely peeved, but I stayed close enough to hear the rest of the conversation.

  “I don’t know why he did that; he’s usually very well behaved. I’m sorry I grabbed him out of your hands like that, but that hissing was so out of character, I was afraid he might bite you.”

  “I probably frightened him by reaching for him the way I did.”

  Hunter said he had what he needed, and Maggie walked him to the door.

  “Thank you for taking the time to meet me here.”

  “Alyx and Ethan are the family I never had. If it weren’t for Alyx, I wouldn’t be living my dream now. When I met her, I was going to school full time and working full time. It was harder than I had imagined and I wanted to quit many times, but she wouldn’t let me. She encouraged and sometimes browbeat me to continue. Had I not met Alyx, I would probably still be behind a cosmetics counter, waiting for the right man to come along. So please call me if there’s anything I can do, anything at all.”

  “I will certainly do that.”

  “If you play with a cat, you must not mind her scratch.”

  ––Anonymous

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR: Elation and Disappointment

  I paced around the house thinking. Hunter had said that on the day Alyx was injured, Ethan came in carrying a small bag from the convenience store and set it down on the counter in the kitchen. Ethan must have taken the treats out of the bag Sunday evening––which was when he gave us the treats. Misty, who diligently keeps track of everyone, surely remembers him doing that. I confronted her.

  Misty, fastidious about her grooming, was licking her paws. She immediately let me know I was intruding. She wanted to know why it was so important for Pooky to come in now that Alyx was conscious.

  Distracted, I lost my patience. Hadn’t she been paying attention? Didn’t she hear the lawyer David Hunter talking about a receipt?

  She was busy scratching behind her left ear, and she jumped straight up in the air when I pounced in front of her and asked about the receipt. She proudly announced that she did remember seeing something float to the floor when Ethan took the treats out of the bag.

  I stayed outwardly calm while she tried to remember where Ethan was standing when he took the treats out of the bag. She walked around and stopped to the right of the stove. The way I figured it, the receipt must have floated under the stove, unless it didn’t and the cleaning lady that Maggie had temporarily hired trashed it. The thought froze me to the spot, but only for a moment. I fell on my side and peered under the stove, excited when I saw the receipt. I stretched as far as I could, but it was still out of my reach.

  Disappointed and discouraged, I stayed where I was, wondering how in the world I was going to communicate what I knew. Judging from the fiasco that had occurred with the lawyer earlier, it was doubtful.

  “If man could be crossed with the cat, it would improve man, but it would deteriorate the cat.”

  ––Mark Twain

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE: A Shopping Trip Remembered

  I worried about Alyx, and I visited as often as possible, and so far, I’d missed detection. I was there early Wednesday morning when the nurse checking her vital signs woke her up.

  “How are you feeling this morning?”

  “I feel fine, but I’m a little hungry.”

  “Sorry, breakfast won’t be served for a while; let me see if I can find something for you.” Sara, the nurse, smiled and said she would be right back.

  On my previous visits, I had observed that Alyx did her best to be a model patient, cooperating with the staff, doing what they said without argument and had earned a good reputation among the staff.

  Although everyone was kind to her, Nurse Sara Jones, a pleasant-looking woman about ten years older than Alyx, was especially so. Sara told her that having raised two children on her own, she understood a mother’s emotional investment in her children. She told Alyx that she knew Ethan had been charged with attempted murder and she could imagine just how she’d feel if that had been one of her children in jail––guilty or not. Sara was back a few minutes later with a glass of orange juice and a package of saltine crackers. Seeing the crackers must have reminded Alyx of something. She immediately called David Hunter and left a message that she needed to speak to him as soon as possible.

  A short time later that morning, Hunter’s assistant, Dorinda, returned her call to let her know that Hunter had her message and that he would be in to see her before nine. In the meantime, Alyx flipped through all the reading material that Maggie had brought for her but not even her favorite mystery writer’s new book could hold her interest for more than a few minutes. She put the book down and looked up expectantly when she heard someone come in.

  “Dr. Casey will be in to talk to you when he makes his rounds later today, but I thought you’d be happy to know, he’s going to let you go home tomorrow,” Sara announced cheerfully.

  “You don’t know how happy I am to hear that.”

  “Yes, I do, sweetie,” Sara said fluffing up her pillow. “I’m going home soon and I won’t be on duty for the next two days. I just want to wish you and your son the best. I hope things work out for him. I’ve seen him at your side; I’ve heard him talking to you, and I don’t believe he’s guilty.”

  “Thank you for that, and for everything. When all this is over, Sara, please stop by Antiques & Designs and I’ll treat you to coffee and the best homemade muffins in the city from the Ocean Street Café.”

  “You can count on it, if you’ll make the coffee, green tea.”

  “You got it!”

  Later, after she was back from her mid-morning stroll down the hospital corridors, Alyx had just slipped under the covers when David Hunter finally walked in. I, of course, was at my guard position behind the screen. Alyx visually relaxed when Hunter entered the hospital room. I don’t know what that was all about, but whatever it was, she was glad to see him.

  “Good morning, Alyx. How are you?”

  “I feel fine now that the headaches have lessened. I’ve been allowed to walk around and I just learned I’ll be released tomorrow.”

  “I’m glad to hear that.” He took a small notebook from his briefcase, and pulled up a chair next to her.

  “Thank you for coming so quickly. I was anxious to tell you about my purse being stolen recently.”

  “Actually,” said Hunter, “Ethan told me about it and I had planned on coming to see you anyway. He said someone took your purse from your shopping cart at the grocery store and returned it within the hour with nothing missing. No one saw who took it or who returned it. Do you have anything to add to that?”

  “It happened on a Saturday about three weeks ago; I don’t know the date…as Ethan said, my purse was stolen from my grocery cart and returned within the hour, with nothing missing––not even the bills I had in the wallet. I thought it strange that someone would steal it and then return it with money and credit cards still there.”

  Hunter agreed.

  “I don’t usually put my purse in the cart while shopping, but the wheat crackers I wanted were on the top shelf and out of my reach. I put my purse in the cart so I could balance myself better as I stepped on the bottom shelf and reached up. When I put the box in the cart, I noticed my purse was gone.”

 
; “Did you see anyone walking away?”

  “Yes; there were several people pushing their carts down the aisle; but no, I didn’t see anyone carrying my purse or anyone who looked suspicious. That’s pretty much it, except, it was obvious someone had looked at everything in my purse, especially my wallet. I found things in different places than they had been.”

  “What kind of information did they have access to?”

  “Literally, my life!”

  David raised a questioning eyebrow, “How do you mean?”

  “My driver’s license, credit cards, debit, and ATM cards were in my purse. My checkbook was in it, as well as my house and car keys. Because my business cards were also in my purse, they would know about that part of my life too.”

  “What did you do to protect yourself from identity theft?”

  “I reported the theft to the police and made calls to have my accounts closed and new cards issued. I called Ethan to bring a spare set of keys and asked him to replace the lock on the front door.”

  “Did he change the lock?”

  “No; I told him not to bother, because right after I got home, the grocery store called to tell me that someone had found my purse. Since whoever took it, returned it within the hour with nothing missing I didn’t think it was necessary.”

  “Did the store get the name of the person who turned it in?”

  “The store manager said it just appeared on the Customer Service counter; the clerk behind the counter didn’t see anyone put it down.”

  “Whoever took your purse could have had another key made during that hour that it was missing.”

  “At the time, I thought whoever took it had a change of heart and decided to return it.”

  “And now?”

  “Now I’m not sure. You think someone had a key made and tried to rob me Saturday morning?”

  “That may have been the original intent of the thief, but it seems unlikely that he/they would have tried to rob you in broad daylight, key or no key…I’m going to look further into this, and I’ll call you if I need any more information. In the meantime, I strongly suggest you have the lock changed immediately, before you go home, in fact.”

  “I like to believe the best of people, but I know there are criminals out there. I’ll ask Maggie to take care of that.”

  “Good.” He reviewed his notes once more. “There is just one more thing that needs clearing up. Do you remember specifically locking both locks on your door when you retrieved your paper Saturday morning?”

  She bit her lower lip, deep in concentration. “I don’t remember. I’m in the habit of always locking the door when I’m home, but I don’t remember specifically if I locked either lock, or any for that matter. I’m sorry.”

  It sounded like David Hunter was out of questions. He put his notebook away, and stood to leave. “I’m meeting with a private investigator I use for tough cases, and I’ll have him look into this also. I’ll be in my office for the next couple of hours if you have anything else.”

  “If cats could talk, they wouldn’t.”

  ––Nan Porter

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX: Star Witness Returns

  Thursday, five days after Pooky disappeared, low clouds grounded the flight school students at the nearby airport, making it a quiet day over Beachside. Mindful of the fact that no one can force a cat to do anything he doesn’t want to do; I simply had to wait for Pooky to make the decision to come in. The way I figured it, she was probably ready to do that anytime now.

  Misty had the watch, and she confessed as soon as it happened that she had dozed off and missed Pooky’s return. She said the rain made her tired and she closed her eyes for just a minute, and when she opened them, she saw a flash of black fur sliding out of the screened porch.

  I was disappointed, but my comment was positive. “It’s good that she showed herself. Maybe if it keeps raining she’ll call it quits.”

  As I predicted, later that morning, a bedraggled Pooky slid through the partially-open screen door. I motioned to Misty to slip away as we had previously discussed. Pooky looked a little thinner and dirtier, but okay otherwise. I watched unobtrusively from inside as she hungrily ate––pausing to look around before she took a drink. Familiar with the handicap, I knew how hard it must have been for her to catch anything to eat outdoors without claws.

  I lay on my side, facing her, my non-aggressive stance signaling that I wouldn’t harm her. When it appeared that she was finished, I slowly got up, slipped through the cat door, kept a comfortable distance between us, and allowed her time to rest. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Misty edging closer and I gave her a look. A slash of my tail confirmed I was serious. Misty moved away, but not too far.

  I stayed crouched by the cat door, and kept my eyes on both Pooky and Misty. As soon as Pooky woke up, Misty rushed out. Believing she was under attack, Pooky followed her natural instincts and ran. I charged after her.

  With no destination in mind, Pooky zigzagged across the yard, slithering under bushes and around trees, until she suddenly stopped. A raccoon––bigger and heavier than us––slowly traversed the yard just a few feet away, maybe on his way to or back from searching garbage cans, or pets’ food bowls left outside.

  For a few tense moments, we stared at one another trying to gage the degree of threat each presented. With razor sharp claws on human-like hands, raccoons are vicious fighters who do attack pets. I didn’t see any reason to prove that point. I backed up slowly and recommended Pooky do the same, allowing the raccoon to pass through. She trotted back to the house, and I followed at a quick pace, frequently looking over my shoulder, ready to stand and fight, if necessary. Apparently, the raccoon didn’t intend to detour from his course and continued on his path.

  It was much later, after everyone had calmed down, that I found out what had happened on Saturday morning before Pooky ran away.

  Her story was that she was relaxing on the floor behind my chair when a lizard crossed in front of her. She was bored and thought it would be fun to chase it around for a bit. She was right behind it as it scuttled into the kitchen. Alyx was sitting at the kitchen table with her back to the dining room doorway––she may have heard Pooky, but she didn’t see her. I asked Pooky to demonstrate what she did and ushered the girls into the kitchen.

  Pooky looked up to where the pot had been. She demonstrated that she had jumped up on the counter and leaped to the top of the wall cabinet, lost her balance, and knocked the pot down. Then, she had run back into the dining room, hid under the hutch and stayed there until she had the opportunity to run out.

  As far as I was concerned, what had happened was an accident. I still didn’t understand why Pooky had run away. She explained that when her former humans first brought her home with them as a kitten, they were very understanding of cat behaviors, but as she got older, they became more intolerant. They became very angry when she scratched their brand-new coffee table and ruined their sheer drapes. She knew they didn’t want her climbing on things, but she couldn’t help it and a few of their items got broken.

  At that point, she seemed unsure if she should continue, and I encouraged her to go on; I wanted to hear the rest of the story.

  She thought her former owners were playing a game with her when they let her out of the car. She thought they wanted her to play in the tall grass, but the car left just as she bounded away. She ran back to the spot where her humans had left her and waited for them to come back for her. They never did.

  That first day out in the unfamiliar setting was very scary and unsettling for a young cat that had only known a cage at an animal shelter, and then a comfortable home. Pooky had no idea where she was or what she should do. Tired and hungry, she moved away from the road and found a sheltered spot under a palmetto bush. She couldn’t stop trembling as she tried to remember some key points about being outdoors and hunting for food, but there wasn’t much to remember. Separated from her mother at a very young age, she had not received any of the training a cat
usually gets from its mother. All she knew about hunting was what she had heard from some of the cats she had lived with before her adoption.

  She fondly remembered one sage tiger cat talking about what it was like living outdoors. He had belonged to a colony of feral cats. That was the only way of life he knew and he missed it terribly. The tiger cat liked to re-live the good times by telling the younger cats about his hunting expeditions, making it sound easy and fun. Pooky decided while she was out there in the open, that she would try some of the tactics that Mr. Tiger had told them about the next morning. In the meantime, she would stay put––maybe by then the trembling would stop. Morning came and went and she still had not moved. When her body was finally still, the hunger pangs stirred her to explore the area. As she skulked about, she munched on leaves of plants that looked okay to eat, although she didn’t know much about that either. She hoped she wouldn’t eat anything that made her sick––or worse––poison her.

  She haltingly moved through the vegetation, hiding every time she heard an unfamiliar sound. Her long luxurious fur started tangling, and eventually pulled out as she slid through dead branches and thick bushes.

  She did catch a few insects––one baby lizard during the day––but by evening, her stomach was growling, and her mouth was dry. She heard some chirping up ahead, and silently approaching, she saw three small birds feeding on the ground. She tried the hide-wait-pounce method Mr. Tiger had described, but it didn’t work; the birds flew out of reach.

  And so it went for the rest of the night and the following day as she trekked through what she thought was a never-ending jungle, but knew from the sounds and smells that she was not far from human habitats.

  She looked around for a sheltered place to rest and found a hole created by a pile of debris, supported by two large branches. Some mice were exploring the area nearby and this time her hide-wait-pounce method netted her a baby mouse for dinner, and on her meandering walk back to the hideout, she found a ditch that still had a trickle of water left from the rain earlier in the week which allowed her to quench her thirst.