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A Whisker of Trouble

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This book is an original publication of New American Library.

Copyright Darlene Ryan, 2016

Excerpt from Curiosity Thrilled the Cat Penguin Group (USA), Inc., 2011

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Contents

Praise

The Second Chance Cat Mysteries

Title Page

Copyright

Acknowledgments

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Excerpt from CURIOSITY THRILLED THE CAT

About the Author

Acknowledgments

Thank you to my editor, Jessica Wade, for finding all the leaps in logic and holes in the plot. Thank you to my agent, Kim Lionetti, who keeps my professional life running smoothly. And thanks as well to John, who answered my questions about wine and never laughed at my ignorance. Any errors are mine, not his.

Chapter 1

Elvis regarded breakfast with disdain. Oh, cmon, I said, leaning my elbows on the countertop. Its not that bad.

He narrowed his eyes at me and I think he would have raised a skeptical eyebrow if hed had real eyebrows instead of just whiskerswhich he didnt, since he wasnt the King of Rock and Roll or even a person. He was just a small black cat who thought he was a person and as such should be treated like royalty.

We could make a fried peanut butter and banana sandwich, I said. That was the real Elviss favorite.

The cat meowed sharply, his way of reminding me that as far as he was concerned he was the real Elvis and peanut butter and banana sandwiches were not his favorite breakfast food.

I looked at the food Id pulled out of the cupboard: two dry ends of bread, a banana that was more brown than it was yellow and a container of peanut butter that I knew didnt actually have so much as a spoonful left inside, because Id eaten it all the previous evening, with a spoon, while watching Jeopardy! with the cat. It wasnt my idea of a great breakfast, either, but there wasnt anything else to eat in the house.

I forgot to go to the store, I said, feeling somewhat compelled to explain myself to the cat, who continued to stare unblinkingly at me from his perch on a stool at the counter.

Elvis knew that it wouldnt have mattered if I had bought groceries. I couldnt cook. My mother had tried to teach me. So had my brother and my grandmother. My grandmothers friend Rose was the most recent person to take on the challenge of teaching me how to cook. We werent getting very far. Rose kept having to simplify things for me as she discovered I had very few basic skills.

How did you pass the Family Living unit in school? Charlotte, another of Grams friends, had asked after my last lesson in Roses small sunny kitchen. Charlotte had been a school principal, so she knew Id had to take a basic cooking class in middle school. Shed been eyeing my attempt at meat loaf, which Id just set on an oval stoneware platter and which Id been pretty sure Id be able to use as a paving stone out in the garden once the backyard dried up.

Id wiped my hands on my apron and blown a stray piece of hair off my face. The school decided to give me a pass, after the second fire.

Second fire? Charlotte had said.

It wasnt my fault. I couldnt help the defensive edge to my voice. Well, the sprinklers going off wasnt my fault.

Of course it wasnt, darling girl, Rose had commented, her voice muffled because her head had been in the oven. She was cleaning remnants of exploded potatoes off the inside.

They werent calibrated properly, I told Charlotte, feeling the color rise in my cheeks.

Im sure they werent. The corners of her mouth twitched and I could tell she was struggling not to smile.

Tired now of waiting for breakfast, Elvis jumped down from the stool, made his way purposefully across the kitchen and stopped in front of the cupboard where I kept his cat food. He put one paw on the door and turned and looked at me.

I pushed away from the counter and went over to him. I grabbed a can of Tasty Tenders from the cupboard. Okay, you can have Tasty Tenders and Ill have the peanut butter and banana sandwich. I reached down to stroke the top of his head.

He licked his lips and pushed his head against my hand.

I got Elvis his breakfast and a dish of fresh water. He started eating and I eyed the two dry crusts and brown banana. The cats food looked better than mine.

I reached for the peanut butter jar, hoping that maybe there was somehow enough stuck to the bottom to at least spread on one of the ends of bread, and there was a knock on my door.

Elvis lifted his head and looked at me. Mrrr, he said.

I heard, I said, heading for the living room. It wasnt seven oclock, but I was pretty sure I knew who it was at the door.