Sunday, 5 August 2018

A New Case; Chapter 21


And now it's Story time.... with London's BEST Feline Adventure! (serialised in 39 parts)




(This adventure is suitable for ages 12 and upwards, and for younger readers with adult guidance/permission.)


Chapter 21. © erinthecatprincess.com
Chapter 21



(Chapter 20 can be found HERE)

(Chapter 1 can be found HERE.)


    Erin cursed as she tried to squeeze herself into the gap, and fend off the kitten who seemed to be making a game of it all and tried to bite her ankles. It took a firm cuffing of the little guys ear, that sent it tumbling forwards, to stop it’s antics.

     Try as she might though, getting back into gap from this narrower end was harder than the other way around when she just seemed to pop out the end.

     She squeezed herself in as much as she could and pushed as hard as she could, but to no avail and got stuck at her shoulders. It was like she had gained a pound in weight since she had entered the store. She sat and pondered the matter for a moment and then it came to her. Of course, it was the fabric of the harness she was wearing that was snagging on the edge of the edge of the counter. She slapped a paw against her forehead at her own stupidity. All she needed to do was either shed the harness or pull it in tighter. Reaching down she was able to catch a claw into the small buckle on her chest that held the harnesses webbing straps together. Mrs Hudson had insisted Erin should be able to get herself dressed, if need be, and that she practice getting in and out of the harness herself. In an emergency, this was important and could save her life should she become entangled.

     But, if she stepped out of the harness she would have to leave it behind as she couldn't carry it and the kitten. That, she mused, was not an option as she had chosen it as a birthday present from Mrs H to herself. Tighten it was then. With a good tug of the webbing straps, she pulled the harness tighter and tighter until she felt she had no more room to breathe. Snapping the buckle shut, she pushed her way into the narrow opening and to her relief, was able to fit, though she did shed a few hairs along the way.

     As soon as she was free of the tight end of the gap, she sat and loosened the straps, letting out a sigh and taking in a deep breath. The banks of overhead lights started to come on, row by row, causing her a momentary panic before she realised what was happening. “Drat, can’t be long till opening time,” she muttered to herself, as she picked him up and trotted back to the rabbit hutches. Jumping the outer picket fence, she headed straight into the one with the other two kittens. Still asleep, they hardly moved when she placed the third kitten amongst them, giving him a lick on the head to settle him in. Moments later the three were curled together, asleep. The only movement came from their tiny breaths and the occasional twitch of a paw as they dreamed. Maybe of a silken thread and a tail? Erin thought, smiling.

      Shaking herself from the cute family scene in front of her, it was time to get back to the plan, such as it was, and get to Mrs H and Esme. The stairs up seemed to long a journey and the chances of meeting someone were now increased greatly with the stores impending opening. She had to intercept Mrs H when she arrived on the floor, and the best way to do that, was by the elevator. She recalled admiring a potted palm tree beside the customer elevators, the foliage of which was broad and dense enough to conceal a cat. It seemed the most obvious place, and safe too, after all who would look for a cat up a tree, besides a fireman?

     With one last look at the kittens, she checked all was clear outside then left for the picket fence. Once over, she checked direction signs for the elevators and then sprinted for cover.  With the display stands, mannequins and pillars for concealment, she worked her way around the store until only a clear space separated her from the palm.

     She covered the remaining twenty feet to the potted tree in a twinkling of the eye. The white of her tummy floof a ghostly cloud against the dark and mottled colours of the marbled floor. She entered into the tree in one graceful bound, her claws finding an easy hold on the trunk’s rough surface. As soon as she had her breath, she moved quickly up and settled into a crux of one of the larger fronds, to wait.

                                            
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     Anders had exited the lift on the first-floor moments after the lights went on. He looked left then right and decided to head around to the right, a decision based purely on the lust of a quartet of mannequins displaying swimming costumes and floral bathing caps. To Anders, who had never had a girlfriend, this was the height of indulgence. He winked at the brunette wigged model and pouted a kiss at her before carrying on.

     He looked behind pillars and, somewhat stupidly, in closed cupboards and locked rooms. In fact, he checked everywhere for the cats that he should have checked for his job, but never did. Around the next corner was the companion area, and more bending which troubled his back. His head had started to throb again and so, having braced himself against a pillar decorated in fake foliage, he took a sip of whisky from his flask.

     Whilst he was tired and upset at losing the kittens, they were by no means going to earn him as much money as the goods he had been pilfering and shipping out from the loading area at night. But they would be easy cash, no questions asked, and best of all, untraceable.

     It was whilst he was rubbed his eyes to further ease his sore head, that he saw it. Or at least thought he had, as it was all happened so very quick. A black cat had, he thought, just jumped out of the one of the rabbit hutches just ahead, and ran off into the store. He stiffened and tried to focus through the foliage at the store beyond. Yes there it was again, a flick of a tail and a flash of pink from its back. That was the same cat that had assaulted him, it had to be. 

     He watched and thought he saw a blur with a flash of pink move across the floor at the farthest end near the lifts. If it was in with the rabbits then that is where he would look for the kittens. He didn’t know nor he did he care where the cat was, as there was no money in a moggy, not like those kittens. If it came back it would grab it and then drown it for the aggravation and scars then present it to Mr Herod to demonstrate he was doing his job. Maybe even get a bonus for it, too! Slowly and as carefully as he could he took the sack from his jacket and crept to the rabbit hutches and stepped in. This, he thought, was going to be his lucky day.


To be continued...........


Is this then end of the road for Erin and the kittens? Will Anders really sell the kittens into slavery? And are cat corsets really going to be this years must have item for the size challenged fashion kitty?  Tune in next week for more mayhem adventure and booing and hissing at Anders, who we all love to hate!



(Chapter 20 can be found HERE)

(Chapter 19 can be found HERE)

And for all my pals out there in story land, here is my selfie for the week.....


Chapter 21. © erinthecatprincess.com




This weeks selfie is titled.......... That's all Folks!


22 comments:

  1. We sure hope the kittens will be okay and that Anders gets that corset wrapped around his head!

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    1. Hi Brian. Oh boy would it be fun to see him with that corset around his head, alas not even mine will fit his inflated brow. Still we can but hope someone will bish bash bosh him one just for being him, MOL Lots of Boo's and hisses from the audience here today!
      Kind Purrs
      ERin

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  2. Oh no! It seems that loser Anders has spotted our heroine. We are on the edge of our seats ... what will happen next???

    Erin, we love your sleepy selfie.

    Hugs!

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    1. Eeeeek! That creep gets everywhere. Heres hoping I can dodge him and get them kittens to safety ASAP if not sooner. Maybe Mrs H will be here to bosh him one with her handbag?
      That sleepy selfie is just what I need after this weeks adventure, I can tell you!
      Toodlepips and purrs
      ERin

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  3. Oh Princess, I hope that harness didn't pinch your tummy. And as I've said before, I like a lady that is healthy looking like you. So many nowadays are too thin for my taste. I think the fresh meat at their mealtimes is in low supply or non existent, whereas your palace seems to supply you with all the right nutrients a pussycat needs.

    I hope those younglings have sweet dreams and when they away maybe find themselves cradled in their momma's arms. Purr purr purr.

    Paw kisses to you Princess, Captain, be-au-ti-ful sea maiden. Luv from your Prince. -Valentine (& Mom) of Noir Kitty Mews

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    1. My darling prince and gallant seafaring pirate love of my lives. Sometimes we have to wear these things even though they hurt us. But I shall never, my love wear one out of vanity as I want to be as natural as I can for your pure eyes. Yes, indeed fresh meet must be lacking in some folks diets and is a must for a performance feline. My diet was so well stocked with those exemplary treats that you sent the other day, in fact, Mrs H and I were so impressed we went and bought the company.... Whats that, Mrs H? Ah, apparently we didnt buy the company just some bags of their delightful Orijen trim and fit fitness premium cat food. I have to say it goes down a treat!
      Oh I do hope they rest up, in more ways than one, MOL
      Deep purrs and nose rubs from across the waves
      ERin
      XOX

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  4. Oh, lordy, do NOT make me wear a corset in this HEAT. Love your story.

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    1. Indeed, boned wear is reserved to mice only, in my book. MOL Yes it is way too hot and no sign yet of abating. Maybe next week?
      Thank you, I hopes you get to see it to the end, and the grand finale!
      Purrs to my great friend
      ERin

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    1. Thank you, a black and white tux in black and white and extra contrast seems to work rather well.
      Sorry about the hanger there, but I needed to get ready for Mrs H when she arrives. I do hope I did the right thing?
      Toodle pips and purrs till next week
      ERin

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  6. This is very exciting! I hope the kittens will be okay but feel Erin will have a plan to save the day. (I hope)

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    1. HI! Me too, I just hope I haven't left them at the wrong moment? As to a plan, well that I think is now up to what Mrs H can do?
      Toodle pips and purrs
      ERin

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  7. Oh my mouses.. NOOOOO!!!!!! Surely that dirty rotten scoundrel won't find those precious kittens. MOUSES!

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    1. Yikes! You mean he is nearby.... Help! I need Mrs H ASAP. Don't suppose you have a phone number for the barracks, do you?
      Toodle pips and purrs
      ERin

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  8. ERin....ewe N de wee onez knead ta use de speed oh lite N de powerz of de grate BASTET rite now N run like de wind....N fast...N due knot dee lay....N if ya find sum how... sum thin ta throw; throw it at anderz....he izza bass terd werst than de gobbler N DE LOAN combined ~~~~~~~~~~ faaaaaaaaaaaaa

    ♥♥☺☺

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    1. Yup, I need all the help I can get right now. Maybe I need to send it to Mrs H, or even the Kraken? Oh if only I could wield human strength, then I could sort Anders out with an awesome smacky paw! MOL
      Toodle pips and purrs
      ERin

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    1. Hi, Yup definitely don't bet on red, especially if it's ketchup and on Anders jacket and face, MOL
      Toodle pips and purrs
      ERin

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  10. Greetings from Ameowica! I was wondering if yoo could come to my house and cuff my baby brofur, Wabbit, to make him behave. So far...nothing is working.

    Oh No! Quick, Erin! Protect the baby kittehs! I'm so worried.

    Purrs, Dori

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    1. Fear not, fair maiden.... OK, so Val should be saying that, but I feel knightly, MOL
      Sure I'll head stateside, and if I bring the Kraken with me, she should sort Wabbit out! Failing that, send said Wabbit over to me, and I'll introduce him to our school o' pain, followed by mouse kebabs and a session jousting with the kraken. Believe me once you been slimed by her you tend to remember to be respectful, MOL
      Toodle pips to Dori
      ERin

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  11. Erin Darlig! You are perfection! I LOVE your Selfie! And I must say, I am frightened that Anders will catch the kittens!
    Will he?
    Purrs
    Marv

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    1. Thank you, I tries my best you know, hours of study and rehearsal, MOL Oh my I just do not know what will happen as Anders is off duty and the store is opening....
      Toodle pips
      ERin

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