(I realize that some of you who follow all of my blogs may have read the ending on Catz Got A Blog. Sorry..)

Willow and Gusto followed Curiosity as she abandoned the fight with Mystic and raced away. Suddenly, shapes flew out of the darkness, landing on the three runaway criminals.

Pawlice, head of the Kat Police, gave Mittens an acknowledging nod. “Good job, Mittens. Willow and Gusto are wanted for several crimes, and Curiosity for escaping. We’ll be taking these three back to prison.”

Mittens turned to Mystic and Twilight. “Thanks for your help back there. Well done.”

“Anytime, hon,” Mystic purred.

“This never happened.” Twilight fixed Mittens with an intimidating glare. “Speak of it to no one. Again, silence is golden.”

Mittens shrugged. “Sure. No problem.”

Mittens returned to his office to sort out the last of his late-night paperwork. He was looking forward to going home and taking a well-earned catnap, and was praying he wouldn’t get another phone call. “This goes there, and this goes here, and this goes in this folder,” he mumbled as he sorted out the last sheets of paper. He slid the folders into a drawer.

“Ugh, what an exhausting day,” he grumbled. “Great Cat Lord, please don’t make me do that again. I don’t think I can stand another phone call tonight.” He gathered his stuff and walked to the door, ready to leave.

The trring of the phone echoed loudly in the silence of the hallway.


…or is it?


A loud ring chimed throughout Detective Mittens’s house. Mittens, half asleep, rose from his bed. “Oh, it’s the doorbell.”

He stretched as he stood up, taking a tentative step out of his soft, fluffy cat bed. He padded over to the door and swung it open. Behind it, standing in the dim light of the apartment floor’s green-carpeted hallway, was a mysterious cat shrouded completely in a dark cloak, its face overshadowed by the deep cowl.

The cat growled softly. “It is true, Curiosity did kill all those cats.” She paused. “And by dawn, she will have killed this cat, too.”