With a soft meow, a lively-looking black-and-white cow-patterned cat with symmetrical markings ran down the stairs from the second floor.
Behind it came an ethereal-looking cat and a white cat with fat, jowly cheeks.
The three cats traveled together.
The cow-patterned cat led the way, followed by the ethereal-looking cat, while the chubby-cheeked white cat lazily brought up the rear.
Haha!
Linda Camille clapped a hand over her mouth.
The girl had almost blurted out her cat's name.
Beside her, Mrs. Camille also let out a small sigh of relief.
The quicker-witted people present began to guess what had happened.
But no one spoke. Everyone watched the three cats.
The cow-patterned cat at the front trotted straight toward the small sitting room.
Then it sprang lightly upward, clung to the door handle, and used its own weight to open the door. With practiced ease, it went over to the roomy armchair, leaped onto it, and nestled comfortably into the seat.
The ethereal-looking cat wanted to climb up too, but lacked the courage. It timidly lay down nearby, meowing now and then.
The chubby-cheeked white cat jumped onto the desk, tucked its front paws beneath itself, and began dozing with its eyes narrowed.
Even those who had guessed the truth stared at the scene in stunned silence, just like everyone else.
Everyone was filled with surprise and a sense of absurdity.
"So that was what happened!"
Mrs. Camille voiced what everyone was thinking.
"Exactly-that's the brazen little rascal."
Arthur chuckled and pointed at the cow-patterned cat.
When he had discovered someone inside the armchair in the sitting room, Arthur had examined the entire chair in meticulous detail. Then he had found a few cat hairs.
Of course, the real key was the private physician's obsession and twisted love.
Arthur didn't believe