I was going about my usual business (napping, eating... more napping) when I was approached by a client to take on a very intriguing case. Yes, I know cats aren't supposed to take on cases, since A) we aren't licensed and B) we're not allowed to carry a weapon, not even a concealed one, and C) we don't have the opposable thumbs to count the fees. But I'm getting sidetracked here. The case involved a woman whose boyfriend was kidnapped then murdered, and my client claimed that the boyfriend had set up his own kidnapping (though presumably not his own murder).
Meanwhile Odelia was having a tough time dealing with her upcoming wedding, which was seriously getting out of hand. Her guest list had ballooned to eight hundred people and counting, and she'd gotten into the habit of tossing and turning in her sleep, causing Dooley and myself to be kicked off the bed. Not much fun to be a cat when your human is getting married, I can assure you! And then of course there was Tex apparently being unfaithful to Marge. So one marriage on the rocks and another one getting off to a rocky (kick)start. Oh, well. Just another week in this cat's life!