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Leann Sweeney - The Cat, the Quilt and the Corpse

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Sweeney (Pick Your Poison) launches the Cats in Trouble mystery series with a meandering whodunit. Jillian Hart is content making and selling cat quilts and living quietly in Mercy, S.C., with her three cats, Syrah, Chablis and Merlot. When Syrah is catnapped, Jillian finds not only the thief-thanks to a state-of-the-art alarm system installed by charming PI Tom Stewart-but also a murder mystery to solve. The cats are entertaining four-legged assistants, with traits like Chabliss human allergy and Merlots ninja-style defensive tactics. Jillians quirky neighbors also liven up the thin plot, particularly Tom, whose knack with alarms and computers comes in handy, and flamboyant deputy coroner Lydia Monk. Kitty-lovers will enjoy the feline trivia, but readers looking for a complex mystery will chafe at the slow pace and last-minute revelations.

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Leann Sweeney

The Cat, the Quilt and the Corpse

This book is for Maddie

Curiosity is lying in wait for every secret.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Acknowledgments

A huge thanks to my critique group for their inspiration and keen eyes: Kay, Amy, Laura, Bob, Charlie, Millie, Dean and Joe, as well as Susie and Isabella. I am grateful to Felicia Donovan for her wonderful computer forensic knowledge and to the online cozies who have carried me along as a friendyou know who you are and I love you. My familyMike, Shawn, Jillian, Jeffrey, Allison, Maddie, and to my sister Candy and my great friend Lydiathank you all for your love and support. To my agent, Carol MannI am so glad you keep sticking by me. And to my editor, Claire, who encouraged me to write this book and stood by patiently during a year of challengesI can never thank you enough. You are amazing.

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My cat is allergic to peopleyes, odd, I knowso when I came in the back door and heard Chablis sneeze, I stopped dead. Why was she sneezing? This couldnt be a reaction to me. I use special shampoo, take precautions. Chablis and I are cool.

Besides, she hadnt been near any humans for more than twenty-four hours, since I was just arriving back from an overnight business trip to Spartanburg, a two-hour drive from my upstate South Carolina home. Id left her and my two other cats, Merlot and Syrah, alone in the house, as Id done many times before when I took short trips out of town. So how did human dander, better known as dandruff, find its way up her nose?

I released my grip on the rolling suitcase and started for the living room, thinking there could be a simple explanation for a sneezing cat other than allergies. Like an illness.

The thought of a sick Chablis pushed logic down to the hippocampus or wherever common sense goes when you have more important matters to attend to. I dropped my tote on the counter and hurried past the teak dining table. Since my kitchen, dining area and living room all blend together, the trip to where Id heard Chablis sneeze wasnt more than twenty feet. But before Id taken five steps, I stopped again. Something else besides a sneezing cat now had my attention.

Silence. No background noise. No Animal Planet playing on the television. I always leave the TV tuned to that station when I go away. If the cats were entertained by The Jeff Corwin Experience or Heroes or E-Vet, Id convinced myself, my absences were more tolerable. Okay, Im neurotic about my three friends. Not cat-lady neurotic. At forty-one Im a little young for that. But cats have been my best friends for as long as I can remember, and the ones that live with me now have been amazing since my husband, John, died ten months ago. They take care of me. So I try my best to take care of them.

Could the TV be off because of a power failure?

Glancing back at the microwave, I saw that the clock showed the correct timeone p.m. Perhaps the high-def plasma TV blew up in a cloud of electronic smoke? Maybe. Didnt matter, though. Not now. Id only heard from Chablis, and none of my cats had shown their faces. I was getting a bad vibeand I can usually rely on my intuition.

Chablis, Im home, I called. I kept walking, slowly nowdidnt want to panic them if I was overreactingand went into the living area. Syrah, where are you? Merlot, I missed you.

I breathed a sigh of relief when I found Chablis sitting on the olive chenille sofa, her blue eyes gazing up at me. Himalayans look like long-haired Siamese cats and Chablis was no different. Her gorgeous crystal blue eyes and her champagne fur were accented by deep brown feet, and she had a precious dark face and a fluffy wand of a tail.

Her nose was running and she seemed awfully puffed outeven for an already puffy cat. Was she totally swollen up by an allergen other than dandruff?

I knelt and stroked the side of her cheek with the back of my fingers, ran my hands over her body, looking for the mass of giant hives I was sure Id find.

Nothing. She was simply all bloated fur and loud purrs.

I am truly sorry for leaving you overnight. Are you telling me you have feline separation anxiety?

Chablis blinked slowly, opened her mouth and squeaked. How pitiful. Shed lost her voice. She had to be sick. With a virus? Or leukemia? Cats do get leukemia.

Quit it, Jillian. Call the vet.

When I stood to pull my phone from my jeans pocket, I heard Merlots deep, loud meow and saw him perched on the seat cushions that line the dining areas bay windowa spot that provides a spectacular view of Mercy Lake. He knows the entire lake belongs to him, despite never having been closer than the window. But he hadnt been sitting there when I first came in, and he wasnt gazing out on the water. No, Merlot was looking right at me and his fur was all wild and big, too.

Since he isnt allergic to anything, dumb me finally realized that they were both scared.

And then I saw why.

Broken glass glittered near Merlots pawspaws that could each substitute for a Swiffer duster.

My heart skipped. Broken glass . . . a broken window. Merlot! Be careful. Fear escaped with my words. I attempted to mask my distress by smiling as I walked over to him.

Yeah, like Mr. Brainiac Cat would buy this fakery.

I petted his broad orange and white tiger-striped head while making sure none of his paws was bleeding. He seemed fine other than that he reminded me more than ever of one of those huge, shaggy stuffed animals at a carnival.

I hefted him off the cushionshes a Maine coon, a breed that weighs four times more than the smallest felines. Merlot stays lean, usually hovers around twenty pounds. I was hoping to keep him clear of the glass, but he was having none of that. He squirmed free and jumped right back on the window seat and proved himself amazingly nimble by staying away from any shards. While I examined the damaged window, he intently examined me as if to ask, How will you rectify this now that youre finally home, Miss Gadabout?

The jagged hole in the lowest pane was large enough for a hand to reach in and unlatch that window. And it was unlatched.

Someones broken in. Someones been in our house. But stating the obvious couldnt help them explain what had happened. Figuring this out was human territory. For a millisecond, I wondered if thisthis intruder might still be here. I shook my head no. My cats are not fools. Theyd be in the basement or under a bed if any danger still remained.

And exactly where was Syrah? My Abyssinian hadnt made an appearance yet. I supposed he could have been frightened enough to stay in hiding, but no. He was the alpha cat of my little pack.

Okay, I decided. This break-in had upset him. That was why he wasnt making an appearance. Either that or he was so angry Id left him and his friends to be threatened by a burglar that he was hiding to teach me a lesson.

The thought of a thief frightening my cats produced anger and fear and the sincere wish that Id had a human friend who could watch out for things just like this while I was away. Since my husbands death, though, Id been caught up in my own troubles and too proud to reach out to anyone. But making friends, getting to know my neighbors, might have prevented this whole episode.

I inhaled deeply, let the air out slowly. You can change that, Jillian. But right now you need to find Syrah.

That was what John would do if he were here. Hunt for the cat in a methodical, logical way. Solve this problem quickly. But I wasnt John and my calm began to crack like crusted snow before an avalanche. Between the silent TV, the scared animals and the absent Syrah, fear now claimed top billing.

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