Nik Sajnt - Purrfect Rivalry

Purrfect Rivalry The Mysteries of Max 6

Nic Saint

Puss in Print Publications

Contents

Purrfect Rivalry

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

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Epilogue

Excerpt from Witchy Wishes (Neighborhood Witch Committee 3)

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When someone takes a shot at well-renowned pop star Charlie Dieber and kills one of his bodyguards instead, Odelia Poole, self-confessed Bedieber and big-time fan, is quick to offer her assistance to help find the shooter. Teaming up with Detective Chase Kingsley, she enters the world of the Dieber, and soon discovers not everything is as it seems.

Odelias cat menagerie, meanwhile, is in a state of shock when longtime rival Diego returns to Hampton Cove, and immediately starts stirring up trouble. Diego has one goal in mind: take over Maxs place in Odelias home and heart and get Max, Dooley and Brutus sent to the pound. The only one who can help them is Clarice, their feral friend. She got rid of Diego once, and they hope she will do it again. Unfortunately Clarice has been adopted. By Charlie Dieber.

Will Diego become Odelias new go-to feline sleuth or will Max strike back? Will they be able to stop the killer before he kills the worlds number-one pop star? And will Grandma move to Washington and go into politics? Find out in Purrfect Rivalry, a cozy cat mystery like no other.

Chapter 1

I woke up from a sudden chill and discovered Id fallen asleep on the kitchen floor again. In spite of my protective layer of belly muscle insulating me against the cold, I was freezing. The first thing that occurred to me was the startling observation that the reason for my vigilthe protection of my bowl of foodhad been for naught: the bowl was empty!

I quickly trotted over and gasped. To my horror, all three of my bowls had been emptied overnight: the one containing my extra-crunchy vitamin-enhanced prime-brand kibble, the one with my extra-yummy Cat Snax, and even the one with my purified fresh water, which Odelia makes sure is filled to the brim every evening before she retires to bed.

I groaned in dismay. I knew whodunit, of course. It was the whole reason Id started my nocturnal kitchen vigil. To protect my food supply. And now my stash had been raided. Just like it had been raided the night before, and the night before and the night before that!

Gah. This was getting ridiculous.

Chilled to the bonea condition exacerbated by the kitchen door being ajar, another irksome habit of the food thiefI decided to warm myself in Odelias bed. I padded out of the kitchen into the living room and then up the stairs. The sun was already making a valiant attempt to hoist itself over the horizon and would soon be casting the world in its golden hue. Time for Odelia to wake up, and for me to enjoy the best part of the day: my daily snuggle with my human, my nose pressed into her armpit while I purred up a storm and she cuddled me and made me happy to be alive.

This morning, as Odelia gently returned to the land of wakefulness, I made up my mind to have a heart-to-heart talk with her about the state of affairs at the house, and tell her straight out about my long list of grievances. She needed to get rid of the vile serpent shed nursed at her unsuspecting bosom for far too long.

Odelia is a sweetheart. Too sweet for her own good. It was time to point a damning finger at the horrible pest whod invaded our lives and allow things to go back to normal.

I trudged up the stairs and with some effort arrived at the top. Crossing the landing, I set paw for her room, then glanced up at the bed. Odelia sleeps in one of those boxspring contraptions, and navigating the jump onto the bed has lately proven something of a challenge. Since Odelia put me on a diet things have improved, and I now made the jump without a hitch, and more or less gracefully landed on all fours on the foot of the bed.

My human was still sleeping peacefully, her even breathing indicating she didnt have a care in the world. My heart warmed and a smile slid up my furry face. Odelia might be misguided, shes the kindest and most decent human I know, and I actually looked forward to pressing my wet and cold nose to her side and basking in the warmth of her embrace.

And I was just about to join her when I discovered to my extreme horror and dismay that a smallish orange cat had beaten me to the punch and had wriggled himself into Odelias arms, enjoying an embrace that was rightfully mine! Diego! Hed taken my spot!

Even as I was gawking at the spectacle, my mouth opening and closing a few times in helpless fury, the foul usurper opened his eyes and gave me an insolent stare with those slate gray eyes of his, as if to say: whatcha gonna do about it, buddy?

And then he produced the most triumphant grin any cat has ever produced since cats have found it in their generous hearts to give humans the benefit of their company.

Hey, doofus. Finally decided to wake up, huh? I thought for sure you passed out.

I wasnt passed out. I was sleeping, I indignantly told the orange menace.

Sure, sure. Whatever you say, bud, Diego said, and then closed his eyes again, nestling deeper into Odelias embrace.

Her long blond tresses were spread out across the pillow, and Diego, without a doubt the foulest cat whos ever lived, eagerly dug his face into her hair, just the way I like to do, and breathed in her delicious human scent, a wicked smile spreading across his features.

Hey, I hissed, reluctant to wake Odelia up. Thats my spot! You stole my spot!

Diego smirked. And now its mine. Got a problem with that, fatso?

My teeth came together with a click. For your information, Im not fat. Im big-boned. It runs in my family. And yes, I do have a problem with that. Just like I have a problem with the fact that you ate all of my food! And that you left the door open again last night!

My food, you mean. And why wouldnt I eat it? Odelia put it out for me.

Its my food and you know it! She puts out separate bowls for you and for me and you ate everythingmy food and yours!

You know what, Max? I think its time you and I laid down some ground rules. I mean, if were going to be living together and all we need to set some boundaries.

I liked the sound of that. Okay. First rule: dont touch my food. Second rule: dont use my litter box. Third rule: dont snuggle up to Odelia in the morning. Thats my job and she hates it when other cats take over from me. Ive got that extra-special snuggle she likes which, along with my extra-special purrs, puts her in a good mood for the rest of the day.

I like your rules, Max. They seem more than fair. Which is why Im only going to make a few slight emendations. First rule: your food is now my food. Second rule: your litter box is now my litter box. Third rule: Odelia prefers my brand of snuggles so your morning cuddle time is now my morning cuddle time. He gave me a wink. Thanks for listening.

At this, clearly feeling hed said what he had to say without inclination to elaborate, he closed his eyes and burrowed deeper into Odelias armpit, purring up a storm.

To my not inconsiderate consternation, Odelia actually started stroking his fur!

Diego opened one eye as if to say, See? My extra-special snuggles hit the spot.