A Weekend Getaway with Nutty the Maine Coon Cat
from the Pawsitivley Organic Mystery series by Liz Mugavero
My mom does some crazy things sometimes, but this weekend has really taken the cake.
My name is Nutty. I’m a gorgeous Maine coon cat who fell into the good life when I stumbled onto my mom’s lawn a few years ago, hurt and sick. She took me to the vet and got me all fixed up, then we mutually decided to cohabitate. I was her only roommate for a long time. I got home cooked meals and all the attention. And then, we moved to this cute small town, which I like. And my mom started making treats and food all the time—which I really like. The other cat and dogs she picked up? Not so much. But that’s another story.
I’m still the most special. I know this because I’m the only one Mom took with her on this crazy chef’s weekend. I wasn’t sure this trip sounded that great in the first place. I mean, two hours in the car isn’t my idea of a good time. But the food aspect sounded pretty darn good, so I didn’t protest too much. I was going to get to test all the recipes for this meal my mom had to make for some fancy-schmancy Siamese cat. Everyone makes such a fuss about Siamese—I personally don’t see the big deal. But I get to eat the food, so it’s all good.
Anyway, we drive for two hours to Newport, Rhode Island, then some weirdo guy puts me and Mom in the back of a pastry truck and we have to drive again. Already this is stupid. I try to tell Mom I’m not happy, but everyone keeps shushing me. And I really have to use my litter box.
Alas, things go from bad to worse quickly. When we get to this house, there’s a big problem. I mean big. Some fancy guy is dead, everyone’s in trouble and we have to get back in the car and go somewhere else. At least this new place is nice, and finally someone’s bringing me some food. But things are certainly not going as planned.
Mom’s a little distracted, and it gets worse as the weekend goes on. The other lady really likes me, though, and she’s making up for it with steaks and fish and setting me up to eat like the king that I am. Still, I’m ready to go home. I’ve had enough of this trip, even with our fancy living quarters and my sparkling clean, stainless steel litter box. But the worst part of the weekend is yet to come. And I’m not sure that me and Mom are going to get out of this one alive…
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