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“I had been dreaming about steak tartare, which is really strange because I have no idea what steak tartare is. But it sounded good and I decided I was going to have to have some just as soon as I got home.
My stomach rumbled.
And then I heard the voices again.
“Don’t do it for us, do it for Hamlet.”
I strained to listen, but all I heard was the click and shuffle of a door opening and the soft rustle of something moving.
“Chester,” I whispered.
“Shh.”
Chester, apparently, was already awake and l...istening.
I inched forward to see what I could see. The moonlight was sufficient to make out three shadowy figures scurrying across the compound. I knew in a flash who they were. Chester knew too.
“Just as I suspected,” he said. “The Weasel is nothing but a weasel. And those two cats aren’t worthy of the name Felis catus.”
What a night. First steak tartare and now this.
“‘Domestic cat,’” Chester explained, anticipating my befuddlement. “I’ve got to go after them.”MoreLess
My stomach rumbled.
And then I heard the voices again.
“Don’t do it for us, do it for Hamlet.”
I strained to listen, but all I heard was the click and shuffle of a door opening and the soft rustle of something moving.
“Chester,” I whispered.
“Shh.”
Chester, apparently, was already awake and l...istening.
I inched forward to see what I could see. The moonlight was sufficient to make out three shadowy figures scurrying across the compound. I knew in a flash who they were. Chester knew too.
“Just as I suspected,” he said. “The Weasel is nothing but a weasel. And those two cats aren’t worthy of the name Felis catus.”
What a night. First steak tartare and now this.
“‘Domestic cat,’” Chester explained, anticipating my befuddlement. “I’ve got to go after them.”MoreLess
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