Monday, 12 November 2018

The King Herods Kitten Caper! Chapter 35.

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The King Herods Kitten Caper



(Suitable for ages 12+)




Previously in the adventure.....

With the kittens reunited with Jennifer and Esme, the royal guests have assembled and been given a speech by Mr Herod, in honour of his royal and presidential guests. Mr Herod has put right the wrong against Jennifer, by giving her recompense for her past work as well as somewhere to live, a designer brand of her own, and a full staff to make her gowns.

With all attention away from him, Anders is locked away in a small room, and isn't happy at all! But what of Erin?.........


Chapter 35


   The jet-black schooner that had brought Erin to the island had been moored offshore for some time, becalmed in the perfectly still water. It rested under an endless blue, cloudless Caribbean sky and cast a perfect reflection in the mirror-like water. Had she not been standing on firm sand, Erin would not have been able to guess which way was up. To prove the point, she had stood on her head and could confirm that she couldn’t tell the difference even then. But she hadn’t pursued that, as not only did it make her feel queasy, but the sand got in her hair.

   Her pink-striped sun chair faced south and was so well positioned it never had to move to keep her in the shade of the palm under which it sat. Beside her sat a wicker table on which lay her latest read, a cosy pirate mystery adventure called Pirates and Pussycats. Beside that was a large pink-cream-and-nip sling cocktail. The sling was complimentary in case the drinker had one too many and broke a limb or tail. In the drink itself were a mouse-shaped swizzle stick, a small pink umbrella, and a pair of ice cubes shaped like sailing ships. The ships, she observed, chased each other around the glass in an endless sea battle until they got sunk, and then they would pop up again and start all over.

   She couldn’t recall how long she had been there, but then it didn’t really matter. She had all she could ever want or need. Everything money could buy was there. All she had to do was ask.

   But one thing seemed to elude her. Unlike in the novel, there was no honest prince or gentlecat in her life. She had spent many hours pondering her ideal partner, but somehow she always found fault. In the book there was a princely pirate who travelled the oceans, did battle with the evil emissary of the queen of Spain, and . . . well, she hadn’t ever got to that bit, but she was sure it would be quite exciting.

   Erin took another sip of the cocktail and savoured the ice-cold pink cream as it trickled down her throat. She licked the blush-coloured creamy residue from around her mouth and then leant back for another nap. Maybe she would read another page tomorrow, or maybe she would just work on her tan and see if the weather changed. She could order pizza and some of those cocktail mice that you chase around your plate but can never catch, except that here she could. Tomorrow would be another day in paradise, just another day. She drifted off once more, her whiskers twitching in the unseen breeze of a far-off dream.

   The small rowboat glided slowly across the flat sea, the creaking of the oars in the rowlocks and the dipping of the blade in the water as rhythmic as the solitary oarsman’s slow, steady heartbeat. The boat touched shore with the slightest of shooshing sounds as the crisp, clean powdery sand slipped along its bow and hull. The oars were brought in, and Prince Valentine stood and surveyed the beach, his beach. He had dreamed of this moment so many times, but each time he visited he never found what he sought. But there, yes, there along the beach was a chair and a beautiful, he hoped, fair or indeed calico princess sat in need of rescuing.

   The prince plumped up his rich black, silk-like fur and straightened his whiskers before getting out onto the beach. The going was surprisingly easy despite the softness of the sand, and he made short work of the distance. He paused and looked at the sleeping beauty who lay recumbent on a pink-striped lounger. How she must be suffering, alone on this island. Her soft black-and-white tuxedo coat was the picture of sophistication and desire. How had he ever looked at another colour of cat, he thought, when this beauty lay before him, her short ears so delicate and . . . short. Well, short was all he could think of right then and there, but he would find another word to describe their curtailed charm, he was sure. But first he would awaken his princess and then take her in his arms and sail her off to paradise.

   “My dearest,” he called as he strode up the beach. “I have come to save you. Let me be the Prince Charming and you my sleeping beauty. Will you take me to be thy saviour, protector, and provider? I have mice up to the rafters and cream and cheese enough to sink a battleship, and to be fair, it nearly did sink the first one, so I had to load it onto two instead.”

   Valentine purred to himself as he remembered almost losing his flagship, the Nellie Rose, and how he had saved the day by jettisoning some counterfeit Spanish Manchego cheese from her hold.

   “Ooh, a prince,” Erin gasped as she awoke at the mention of mice and cream. “And such a fluffy handsome prince too—strong, black, and more important, a gentlecat of substance.”

   She could tell by the cut o’ his jib this was no tomcat buccaneer come to pillage and leave her marooned. She rose and, having taken a long last slurp of her cocktail, started to run into his awaiting arms, her pink-cream-covered lips puckered for the kiss she had so long wished for.


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   Herman clapped in appreciation of the speeches given by the president and then the queen to close the visit. He stood next to Mr Herod, who smiled broadly at a job well done.

   “Are the police here yet?” asked Mr Herod, who was focused on the guests.

   “Not yet, sir, Mr Herod, but an ambulance arranged by the general is standing by for him when they do arrive. But till then he is under lock and key. Safe as houses in the unused fitting room. Put him there myself, sir, twenty minutes ago. The police have a van outside for another suspect involved in a kitten slavery gang and will be up shortly.

   “Yes, apparently they had a tip-off about stock being stolen from the store and were told the rogue would be outside to collect the goods. From what the officer said, the individual also ran a kitten slavery gang in addition to fencing stolen goods. They were in cahoots with Anders, no less. Seems like he has been a very naughty boy, sir.”

    The news that the store’s stock issue had been solved was as much a relief to Mr Herod as the success the opening had been for the store. Mrs Herod would be surprised at the developments, and pleased, too, when he sent her a telegram—maybe pleased enough to cook a little something extra special for him that evening. Asparagus served in a light cheese sauce with just a sprinkling of catnip to add a touch of exotic spice came to mind.

   A small cough from Herman drew him away from thoughts of his supper. “Excuse me, sir. The officer from Scotland Yard is on the way up. Do you want to have words?”

   “Yes, I think I do. I would like to say good riddance to that Anders too. Lead the way, Herman, and let’s get this done before the guests leave.”

   The pair walked off towards the room, confident that this was the end of a very bad period for King Herod’s store and the start of something new and exciting. When they were halfway along, a puff of cigarette smoke and the sight of Anders walking casually away from them shattered the illusion and brought the pair to a halt.

   “Herman, unless my eyes are deceiving me, that looks like Anders. I’ll not have that rogue escape justice. Well, what are you waiting for, man? Get after him! I’ll be right behind you.”

   Herman sprinted off, leaving Mr Herod, who had overindulged in cake, to bring up the rear.

   “You there,” called Herman. “Anders, get back here, or it will be the worse for you!”

   But Anders had no intention of stopping, especially when he heard Herman call after him. He wasn’t so daft that he would hand himself in, so he did what he knew best and ran as fast as his feet and the slippers could carry him. He turned the corner towards the elevators at a forty-five-degree angle, steadying himself on a mannequin’s arm as he went by, carrying the hand off with him in the process. Knowing Herman would be upon him before he could get out, he ducked behind a display. Hoping to throw his pursuer off the scent, Anders lobbed the hand at a sign further down the room, making it wobble and spin.

   Herman ran around the corner seconds later and stopped. Where he expected to see Anders, collapsed and out of breath, he saw only the empty store. Then he spotted the sign moving, and he knew Anders had gone around the corner. It was only a matter of chasing him until he was out of breath, and he’d have him. Herman headed off again and vanished around the corner.

   Anders watched him go out of sight and then headed to the elevator. This, he said to himself, was clearly his lucky day.





To be continued.........  in the Finale!


(Chapter 36 can be read HERE)


Yes, seems like Erin has been living it up in her own inimitable way. Will she get her prince, will Anders make a clean get away after all. And does anyone know where you get those cocktail mice from as I could do with some for the end of book party.

Tune in next week for the exciting fun conclusion to this, the worlds one and only, truly original, and Best Feline Detective Adventure! Well until the next one that is.....

18 comments:

  1. That was my question too-my cats want to know where to get mice shaped cocktail stirrers :) Great story. I cn't believe it is almost over :(

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    1. Well, I'm not exactly sure where we can get them as the caterers in that island seemed very elusive. :)
      It has come far too quick, I know, but hang on in as the best is yet to come, and I hope a worthy ending.
      Toodle pips and purrs
      ERin

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  2. Erin, the island sounds so idyllic but I fear that it may be a dream. If so, don't despair. Your Prince Valentine will surely find you wherever you are.
    As for that Anders, he can't escape justice now!

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    1. It does, and the service was perfect! I will have to change that prince's idea about whisking me away as I do rather want to stay ;)
      As to Anders, well blow me, he's a lucky one isn't he! But who can save the day, Vinny? Jackson? Maybe one of the kittens will extract some really dire revenge on his nose? MOL
      Toodle pips and purrs
      ERin

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  3. No! NO!!! No, Anders can't POSSIBLY outsmart Herman. He just can't. MOUSES!

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    1. I know, but he HAS! This is so not going to end well! Mouses!
      Purrs
      ERin

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  4. We can't wait to read the conclusion! We hope ERin and Prince V find a way to be together!

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    1. It would be nice, wouldn't it.... Join us next week for the conclusion of the story, and find out what really happens!
      Purrs
      ERin

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  5. Dearest, I must apologize for my mom being belated on typing my comment here. I say, I think I shall be doing some time management trainings with her. I think that would do her some good and set her back on course. Tee hee hee.

    Ooh, sailing ship ice cubes! How splendid and just the kind of fun added to a refreshing drink! I dream of you with your paw in my paw as we lounge in the noonday sun while listening to the cooing of the tropical birds and play mousie checkers at the wicker table. What a good life! I feel your sweet kisses at my cheek... Purr purr purr. -Your Valentino (& Mom Kerry) of Noir Kitty Mews

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    1. Oh you say the very nicest things to a young lady. But best we restrain ourselves till after the last act, then, when all the family are in bed we can set sail for that desert island and finish a game of checkers... Heads I have the white mice, and tails you have the brown MOL
      Pawkisses and purrs till later my sweet wooly bear
      ERin
      XOX
      PS Please bring a copy of our favourite book so we can check out how the last scene ends ;)

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  6. Well dang, I swear I was here, but now I'm not. That's almost as good as a mystery as the kitty caper!

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    1. Yes, it would have that effect on me too. I bet it was too much nip in the cream nip sling! MOL
      Purrs until the finale
      ERin

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  7. We are anxious to see how this turns out for everyone!

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    1. Me too. One thing I do know is I won't be happy if I don't get my kiss! ;)
      Tune next Monday for the next thrilling and FINAL instalment...
      Toodle pips and purrs
      ERin

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  8. Well now we are confused. The last time we saw you, you wee huntin’ the wee boycat and now you’re off on a beach somewhere? Hmmmmmm Hope we figger this all out next time. Big hugs
    Luv ya’
    Dezi and Raena

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    1. Ahh well theres a thing and no mistake.... Tune in next Monday and all the pieces will fall into or out of shape, MOL
      Toodle pips and purrs
      ERin

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  9. Is the island just a dream? Will Erin and Valentine really be reunited? We hope so!!!

    And we hope Anders gets caught. He just HAS to!

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    1. It will be areal shame if that island is a dream, as it has everything I need and want... ok not everything but hey, somethings in life a girl will forego for a nice cocktail and nip mouse ;) As to Anders, well that rogue deserves to get stuck in the lift with a very large spider! MOL
      Toodle pips and purrs
      ERin

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