When the Hampton Cove Gazette announced it had recruited a new advice columnist, little did I expect how this decision would impact not only my life but that of everyone in Hampton Cove. Dear Gabi was soon dispensing advice left, right and center, and creating quite the hullaballoo. And when the Gazette added a feline columnist to the roster, even pets started sending in their questions, mostly centering around their love lives and similar nauseating queries.
Soon even Dooley and myself were writing to Dear Chloe, as our pet agony aunt was called, and getting some unusual advice in return. And of course in the middle of all this a murder took place at the home of Allison Gray, who’d been the Gazette’s very first Gabi, all those many years ago. An all-star team of sleuths assembled, consisting of Odelia and Chase, but also of Grandma Muffin and… Scarlett Canyon. Gran and Scarlett even ran point, for the first time in years ceasing hostilities and calling a truce in order to catch the killer of Kirk Weaver, the well-known cat whisperer.
Dooley and I joined the investigation, though we had problems of our own to deal with in the form of yet another mouse infestation ravaging our home. Odelia had told us to ‘deal with it’ and so deal with it we did. Though I had the distinct impression my beloved human had something else in mind when we presented her with our most original solution. Between solving the murder of a cat whisperer, handling a murine invasion, and Dear Gabi and Dear Chloe upending our lives, I think it’s safe to say this was yet another eventful week in the life of your loyal correspondent.
PS: did I mention wedding bells might soon ring out? If you ask me it’s all this Dear Gabi stuff. Gives people the wrong idea. But then who am I? Just your average big-boned blorange fellow feline citizen and sometime cat sleuth.
