MISS KITTY

MISS KITTY

　

MYSTERY CHIEF INSPECTOR

　

　

At three thirty in the morning, John Murphy’s front doorbell rang, not once but

four times. He hated that time of morning ever since he found it was the death hour that

more people die than any other. At his age he expected to run into the grim reaper at any

given moment. With high anxiety he cracked the door to see a small cradle decorated

with a ribbon, sitting on his front porch.

When he uncovered the blanket tucked around the cushion, a small calico kitten

looked up at him with her green jade eyes. Love entered John’s life as soon as he set his

eyes on her. He guessed her age at six weeks or so and decided to name her ’Miss Kitty’.

John was officially retired as chief detective on the Miami police department. However

he worked special assignments that the department felt he was uniquely qualified for.

Miss Kitty, even at the age of twelve weeks became an eager student of murder

and vice. Training films, she absorbed in multiple doses while John laboriously went over

details and clues he had witnessed during his tenure as chief inspector. Miss Kitty was

trained to look for the unusual at the scene of murder.

At first, the city complained that rules were not followed by allowing a cat to

inspect scenes of murder and malice. But by this time, Miss Kitty weighed an

impressive eighteen pounds and with her training and senses hundreds of times more

acute then man, she began finding obscure clues the detectives missed. The

understanding between Miss Kitty and John took on a mystic awareness and silent

communication took over

.It wasn’t that John could read Miss Kitty’s intentions but the opposite was true.

At a special award service at the Miami Police Department, Miss Kitty was deemed and

awarded the title of Mystery Chief Inspector, in front of the press and television cameras.

Next day national news picked up the story and Miss Kitty’s portrait hit the news stands

across the country.

Scotland Yard showed interest in her talents and invited her along with John to fly

across the pond to England for an interview. She was awarded the title in England as

‘Dame Miss Kitty.’ At that point, John received a call from the Secretary Of The Interior

in Washington. Upon reaching the capitol city, she was whished to the pentagon along

with John, and interviewed by the Secretary Of Defense.

John was exhausted by this time and Miss Kitty had started to lose weight and her

coat lost some of it’s brightness.

“It’s time we took a vacation, Miss Kitty. Where would you like to go?”

Miss Kitty trotted over to John’s computer and typed in ‘Disney World’. John

knew that might be a serious problem for the park allowed only service animals in the

public area. When he got off the phone with a friend who had a management position, he

was faced with a no decision, but the next day he received great news. He and Miss Kitty

were to be greeted by Mickey Mouse and Pluto and fifty some reporters.

At Disney World, Miss Kitty appeared anxious and restless and John began to

wonder,

‘She’s never been shy in public before, there has to be a good reason. I’ll put my

phone down for her to type’.

The press was quite amused but when John read what she had typed, he

swallowed his reaction and calmly asked for security.

“You say your cat typed this message on your computer?”

The security official began to laugh.

“Let me see that message please.” came from the vice president of Disney World.

“Evacuate the park,” he told security, “follow procedures but be quick about it“

John reread the message his ryes at first had trouble believing,

“I can sense explosives in several areas.”

“I’ll turn her lose,” John said, “but we need to be quick. It won’t be easy keeping

up with her.”

An hour went by, bomb squads has diffused six areas of explosives that if set off

could have caused the lives of hundreds of visitors.

Next morning Miss Kitty again reigned supreme on front pages around the world.

“You are one magnificent cat, Miss Kitty,” John announced.

“Thank you,” she typed. “does that mean fresh salmon for dinner?”

“You bet!”

　

[Look for future stories of Miss Kitty solving mysteries