Monday, 1 October 2018

A New Case. Chapter 29.




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The UK's & WORLD's Best feline detective story!




(Suitable for ages 12+)



(Chapter 28 can be read HERE.)







Chapter 29


   Vinny and Jackson sat looking at each other after a most thorough search around and about the screened off area. Vinny scratched vacantly behind his ear with a back paw and sighed.

   “Fleas, Vinny?” Jackson enquired, with a slightly reproving look that suggested HE never got any.

   “I hope not, Jackson! My mamma would be most upset.” Protested Vinny. “But if they were, and they came from here, they would be very upper-class fleas. Nothing is second rate about King Herod’s,” woofed Vinny in a light-hearted manner, shoving Jackson with his paw in a matey fashion. “There you go chum, have one on me, as a souvenir of your visit to London. Better than a postcard and hours of fun scratching and itching on your boat trip home. Spread the love, I say.”

   “Well that was mighty kind of you, Vinny,” said Jackson, who promptly cuffed Vinny’s shoulder, but with a wag of the tail that meant he wasn't serious. “Have one of mine back, with love from the US of A. These little suckers have stars and stripes on, and bigger than your English sort, naturally. Wrrruf”

   The two fell into a happy brawl with each other, chasing the others tail and trying to nip a leg or get hold of an ear. A sudden yell of pain and kitten-like hiss brought them to their senses, and they froze, listening intently, ears up and tails erect.

   Next came cursing and then the unforgettable sight of Anders, red-faced, blazing eyes, and covered in drying ketchup and ash, in full flight in search of a kitten. A small Siamese kitten, in fact, that was as they looked on, weaving around and under display stands, and heading their way.

   They didn’t need to exchange looks or question their sanity, they just knew they had a kitten to rescue and some ankles to bite. Neither dog would have boasted to being an athlete, but neither in their own way was a slouch either. But Anders was a slouch and years of loafing and slacking had only developed flab of mind and body.

   “Vinny!” Shouted Jackson, as the pair raced to intercept Anders. “You take the ankle, and I’ll go for the….” A hiss from the kitten, who was prepared to make a stand against the oncoming beasts, curtailed the conversation as to which part of Anders anatomy was the target.

   “Nice kitten,” called Vinny to the kitten as he passed by and missed a hopelessly out of range swipe of its small paw. “You sure have pluck though. Keep it up, and I’ll be back in a moment.”

   Anders was once more in a fog, but this time it was a rage. All he saw was the kitten as he tried to create his own path through various displays of companion supplies and clothing en route, in his pursuit of it. Not until reaching an actual walkway did he gain on the ball of floof which had suddenly stopped in its tracks. And then he saw it, a midsized fawn coloured dog bearing down on him with all the purpose and speed of a hawk, albeit a not too fast hawk, onto its prey. He dodged sideways and out of its path as it leapt at him, but instead met the sharp teeth of Jackson who, having taken a roundabout route, came at him from the side of a hat display. Of course, from Jackson's perspective, he'd hit the jackpot and was only too happy to find fate and justice had placed the ankle just how he liked it!


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   Anders fell forwards, dropped the sack, and fell head first into a display of bedding. His curses and wimpy yelp were muffled when a pillow burst and covered both he and Jackson, who was still attached to his leg, in soft white feathers.

   Vinny had missed the target first time around and had, without traction, slipped along on the marbled floor some distance. He turned and looked back at the abdominal snowman-like mass lurching forwards, one arm on its hat, one leg trying to shake off a growling Jackson. Pondered, albeit momentarily, whether he should sit this one out, after all, he had a position to uphold. “Wrrrruf, not bally likely,” he said. “Can’t let Jackson have all the fun, now can I. Just wouldn’t be polite to leave a guest hanging, as it were, arrr-arf-arf, arf-arf-arf,” he chuckled. With that, he found his balance and traction on the floor and headed off towards his chosen target.

   At the same time, Mr Herod walked back onto the floor, confused by the conversation he’d just had on the telephone. This confusion was overtaken by the sight that met his eyes and pretty much made his jaw drop to the ground. His brain processed the whole cacophony of sound and action in slow motion, and it ran along lines thus. Anders, despite the extra appendage, had the kitten in his sights and was making a last-ditch dive to grab it. The kitten, for its part, had weighed up the odds and decided the monstrous feathery three-legged growling beast was actually way worse than the two seemingly crazed dogs that had run past it moments before, and so made a run for a black curtain not far ahead.  Jackson was hanging onto Anders' leg as though it was the last piece of tasty Southern-fried chicken in existence, albeit a rather scrawny bit. And as for Vinny, he was making what could only be described as headlong flying tackle directed at the back end of a very soon to be sacked security guard. If slow motion had been invented, then the scene would have won an Oscar.

Life spun back to normal speed with a yell, yelp, woof, growl, and a rather long hissing spit, and there will be little doubt from whom they all came. The scene concluded with Anders, hand around the kitten, sliding towards the curtain with two very partisan dogs gripped around parts of his anatomy. Things at King Herod’s, it seemed, had gone downhill faster than a scared mouse into its hole.


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


Oh my word! I can see it all now, and I have to say, it's not a moment too soon for Anders to get what was owing to him!!! 

BUT the games not over and Anders' isn't out. So what will happen next week? 

Will Anders get the kitten? Have Jackson and Vinny got an early lunch box? 

Has Anders had his shots, and more importantly, will Jackson and Vinny catch anything!

And when was it slow motion was actually invented? I for one would love to see the last scene again, and again and again.....

The answers to these questions may well be revealed, more or less, in next weeks thrilling chapter of this, the one and only....... London Adventure!


24 comments:

  1. At last Anders is getting his just desserts! Go for it Jackson and Vinny!

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    1. Oh yes, it does seem that things may have come home to roost, or as least home to ankle! MOL
      Todle pips and purrs
      ERin

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  2. ERin.....we hope ta cod mr herod's gives de bass terd anders hiz just due but knot til afturr vinny, jackson, esme, EWE, de wee onez and mizzuz H haza go....faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...yur time haz FINAL LEE
    come anders N ewe iz KNOT gonna win thiz...LET LOOZE DE WEE KITTEH ~~~~~~~~~~

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    1. Well, time will tell as to Anders, but I think you are right and his cards are marked... I mean he has his anatomy marked already so it has to be so..... doesn't it?
      Toodle pips
      ERin

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  3. Come on Anders, I know you can do it, I just know it!

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    1. Boooo! You can't cheer the villain... well unless it's out the door. MOL
      ERin

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  4. I am frustrated because the Human has not helped me go back to start at the beginning of your story. Maybe when she's all done with writing letters of recc for college for the kids she taught last year before she retired (this is her last work project EVER) -- she is the worst procrastinator EVER!!!

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    1. Oh no! Do get to it quick as I will have to take it off line after the last chapter! So you have 6 weeks, Mrs H says.
      Happy reading
      Toodle pips and catch up purrs
      ERin

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  5. Oh boy! What's going to happen when Anders hits that curtain, kitten in hand and Jackson and Vinny attached via their teeth???

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    1. I know, I just can't wait for next week! I just hoping Vinny and Jackson have their medical insurance MOL
      Toodle pips and purrs
      ERin

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  6. Go Vinny! Go Jackson! Put the bitey on that mean ol Anders!

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    1. They sure will do, I am sure, and probably will enjoy it too... in a professional capacity, MOL
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      ERin

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  7. I had no idea there were high-class fleas! I thought they were all rank and file with maybe some backwoods relatives ;)

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    1. Ah well, you see when you move in higher circles you get a better class of blood suckers, very polite and say please and thank you after they bite! MOL
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      ERin

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  8. Glad Anders is getting his finally. I hope he lets go of the kitten though.

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    1. We have to hope so, don't we.... but will he?
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      ERin

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  9. Anders! Vinnie! Jackson! WOW!
    And Erin! I am so wanting to know what happens!
    Purrs
    Marv

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    1. Me too! Having sunk their teeth into the situation I hope they get a good chunk of the action!MOL
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      ERin

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  10. I bet Mr. Herrod never knew his store was the site of so much wild activity! Tee hee hee. Wait till Mr. Herrod gets ahold of that Anders! Maybe he'll send Anders to the lion pen at the London zoo where they can stalking him as their prey! Tee hee hee.

    Paw Kisses to my lady cat across the miles. -Valentine (& Mom) of Noir Kitty Mews

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    1. Alas, Mr Herod has his mind on other things, and has had for a while. I think though Mrs Herod, Mrs H and the queen will get to the bottom of things ;) . As to London Zoo, well they do have standards to adhere to when it comes to feeding, MOL
      Transatlantic purrs and nose rubs to you, my Prince o' floof.
      ERin
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  11. "Upper class fleas..." BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! That's a good one, for sure. Had me ROLLIN' on the floor, laughin'. MOUSES!

    PS. I hope those doggies get that Anders and get him really good. MOUSES!!!

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    1. Oh yes, King Herods' has nothing but the best, and seemingly plenty of the best that aren't shy about who they bite. Me, I'm hoping they aren't too fussy to get Anders, too! MOL
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      ERin

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  12. MOL..we had the same as Seville about the upper class fleas...Highly recommended...MOL :D and what a fantastic discription about Andes...the slouch...MOL...I learn a lot new words here too :D Up we go to the next Chapter...can't wait any longer...Pawkiss🐾😽💞

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    1. We do try to have a better class of words, if only to insult Anders, MOL
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      ERin

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