Nik Sajnt - Purrfect Murder. Purrfectly Deadly. Purrfect Revenge

1. PURRFECT MURDER

Chapter 1

I lifted one eyelid and grunted approvingly at the sun bathing the room in its golden hue. It was eight oclock in the morning, so high time for an extended nap, but first I needed to see my human off to work. As usual, Odelia had a hard time throwing off the blanket of sleep and facing the world. She was still in bed, even though her alarm clock had gone off, and Id alerted her to the fact that a new day was dawning by meowing plaintively and as loud as I possibly could, pawing the wardrobe door in the process. Shed thrown a throw pillow at me, so I knew shed gotten the message.

It wouldnt be long now. Odelia might hate getting up in the morning, but eventually she inevitably does, so I stretched and rolled over onto my back.

I have to admit I really lucked out when I was selected by Odelia to become her pet eight years ago, when she picked me out of the litter and decided I was a keeper. Odelia is not only one of the nicest and most decent humans a cat could ever hope to get, but shes also very generous when it comes to distributing the kibble and other goodies. She keeps my bowl filled to the rim, and frequently adds a tasty wet food surprise to the mix.

My name is Max, by the way, and as you might have guessed Im a feline. A male feline. Some of my friends call me fat, but that is simply a vicious lie. Im big-boned. All the tabbies in my family are. Its genetics. And, just like my brothers and sisters, Im blorange. A blend of orange and blond.

Today was going to be a special day. I could feel it in my bones. Yes, my big bones. But it wasnt merely my intuition. Harriet, the white Persian belonging to Odelias parents who live next door, told me last night that a new cop had moved to Hampton Cove. And if she hadnt told me I would have found out for myself, for there was a new cat on the block. A nasty brute aptly called Brutus. Black as coal, built like Tom Brady, and with evil green eyes, Brutus barged into our midnight meeting in Hampton Cove Park last night, announcing he was now in charge of all the public spaces in Hampton Cove, on account of the fact that his owner was a cop. Delusions of grandeur was what I called it, and in response Brutus demonstrated the sharpness of his claws by stripping a nice piece of bark from my favorite tree.

Not a cat you want to rumble with, in other words. And if his owner was made of the same cloth, the town of Hampton Cove was in for a rough ride.

Hey, Max, Odelias voice rang out as she descended the stairs.

Over here, I said, giving her a wave from my position on the couch.

She plunked herself down next to me and gave my belly a tickle. She was still dressed in pink PJs, rubbing the sleep from her eyes with one hand while she rubbed my belly with the other. In response, I purred contentedly.

Odelia is slim and trim, with shoulder-length blond hair and big eyes the color of seaweed that always sparkle with the light of intelligence. She grimaced when a ray of sunshine hit her face.Wow, too much too soon.

Not really, I said. Suns been up since before seven, sleepyhead.

You dont have to rub it in, she said, getting up with a groan. I was up late last night working on a piece about that sinkhole on Hayes Road.

She shuffled into the kitchen and started up the coffeemaker while I tripped after her, then hopped onto one of the kitchen counter stools so we could continue our conversation. Oh, didnt I mention it? Odelia belongs to that rare kind of human who can actually converse with cats. Not that shes Doctor Dolittle or something, but she comes from a long line of women with a strong affinity with the feline species. As far as I understand it, her foremothers were witches, at a timewhen being a witch was a surefire way of getting burned at the stake. And even though that witchy streak has diminished over the generations, the women in her family can talk to cats, and do so to their hearts content. Odelia even claims her ancestors used to turn themselves into cats and back. No idea if thats true but its pretty cool.

I glanced at my bowl, and saw it was still half full, which was better than half empty, so I returned my attention to Odelia, who was pouring cornflakes into her own bowl. Yikes. How she can eat that stuff, I dont know.

Did you hear the latest? I asked, draping my tail around my buttocks.

No, whats that?

Theres a new cop in town.

This seemed to interest her, for she looked up from her cereal.Oh?

Yeah, some hotshot that calls himself Chase Kingsley. Used to work for the NYPD.

The NYPD? So whats he doing in Hampton Cove?

I shrugged. Yes, cats can shrug, though its hard to notice with all the hair. Beats me. All I know is that people are saying he might succeed Chief Alec.

Odelia frowned.Thats impossible. Uncle Alec is only She frowned some more. Actually I have no idea how old he is.

Hes older than your mother, I supplied.

Yeah, but not old enough to retire, surely.

I dont know. Maybe he wants to take early retirement.

Ill have to ask him, she said, making a mental note of this.

Odelia works for theHampton Cove Gazette as a reporter, and I give her the odd scoop now and then. Since us cats are pretty much all over the place, Ive been able to provide her with a steady stream of breaking news over the years, ranging from that rat infestation at Dough Knot Bakery, to the milk spill at the dairy farm. Cats were all over that one, as you can imagine.

This has given Odelias career quite a boost, and given her the reputation of a hard-nosed reporter. Her editor often asks her where she gets her information, but shes been diligently protecting her sourcesmoi. If word ever got out that her sources all have whiskers, a furry tail and a propensity for licking their own genitalia, shed probably be front-page news herself.

I should probably do an interview with this Chase Kingsley.

She took a tentative sip from her coffee and perked up. Its something Ive never understood about humans. How they can drink that horrible brew. Ive jumped up on this kitchen counter once or twice to have a lick at the stuff, and I cant get over the terrible taste. Ill take a piece of chicken liver every time.

You should. I hear hes one of those hunkishly handsome guys.

She looked up at this.Hunkishly handsome?

And single, if the word on the street is to be believed. At least thats what Harriet told me. I shook my head disgustedly. Probably one of those playboy types who goes around hitting on every woman in sight.

Ill bet hes not, said Odelia, taking the next seat.

Oh, yes, he is. If Harriet is mooning over Chase Kingsley you can rest assured hes the playboy type. Shes always falling for that kind of guy.

She cant fall for that kind of guy, said Odelia, making a funny face. Harriet is a cat, Max. Cats dont fall for humans. Its simply not possible.

Oh, yes, they do. Cats fall for humans all the time, only not for the same reason humans fall for other humans. When we fall for one of you its because you provide us with a great home, great food and great cuddles.

And why does Harriet think this Chase Kingsley provides all of that?

Because hes got a cat of his own. A nasty brute called Brutus. I met him last night and hes a real piece of work. And if his owner is anything like him, weve got another thing coming in this town. Do you know what he told me?

She took a swig from her coffee.What?

I lowered my voice.He only eats meat. No kibble. Can you believe it?

She laughed.Sounds to me like youre jealous, Max.

Hey, Im the least jealous cat in this town.

Why does eating meat make Brutus a bad cat?

Because who gives their cat only raw meat? Its simply not done!

She nodded.Whos got the money, right?

Exactly. You certainly dont. If this came across as a barb, I didnt mean it. I totally get how Odelia cant afford to feed me filet mignon every day. Not on a reporters salary.