The Weaver's Woe 19 by MicahBlade
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Following My Human: by Daphne 
While it was fun to investigate with Clare, this whole murder was hitting to close to home. How could people think that Clio did such a horrible deed? Don't they think that I would have known if she did it? Although I have to admit, I was tired and apparently slept through the events that happened downstairs.
Now they were taking Clio off somewhere.
It was easy for a cat to slip through the streets and lanes of Athens wending her way through legs and over obstacles.
However, I didn't manage to make my way inside the magistrate's headquarters, before the door closed. I was going to have to find another way in.
Slinking my way around the building, I looked for any small gaps or cracks that a cat might make use of, but Elgon's watchful eye had apparently encouraged his men to keep the building in good shape.
Sitting back on my bottom, I washed a paw as I considered what to do next. Then my hearing caught a strange noise. It was Clio! She was crying! I needed to get to her quickly.
Where was the sound coming from? Ah ha! That window. If I leapt up on that box, then climbed the trellis to the ledge, walk across the ledge till I was under the window and then leapt to the window. Yes, that would do it.
Within the time it would take a dog to roll in the dirt, I was in the window--wiggling through the bars. I had gained weight on that trip to Egypt. Normally, I should have slipped right through, but I made it.
Quietly I landed on a rickety table, which barely held me. Clio's chair was next to the table. She was hunched over, head in hands, obviously distressed. I did my cute cat thing and butted my head against hers and tried to get on her lap to be as close as possible.
It worked!
I purred as loud as I could trying to reassure my human that we cats would do what we could--even if it meant scratching a few human backs.
As I was comforting her, I heard the sound of approaching footsteps. Someone was coming. I needed to hide so that they wouldn't know I was here. I made my way down to the floor, and pretending that I just wanted to wind my way around Clio's ankles, hid myself under her chiton.
I was just in time. Someone entered the room.
While it was fun to investigate with Clare, this whole murder was hitting to close to home. How could people think that Clio did such a horrible deed? Don't they think that I would have known if she did it? Although I have to admit, I was tired and apparently slept through the events that happened downstairs.
Now they were taking Clio off somewhere.
It was easy for a cat to slip through the streets and lanes of Athens wending her way through legs and over obstacles.
However, I didn't manage to make my way inside the magistrate's headquarters, before the door closed. I was going to have to find another way in.
Slinking my way around the building, I looked for any small gaps or cracks that a cat might make use of, but Elgon's watchful eye had apparently encouraged his men to keep the building in good shape.
Sitting back on my bottom, I washed a paw as I considered what to do next. Then my hearing caught a strange noise. It was Clio! She was crying! I needed to get to her quickly.
Where was the sound coming from? Ah ha! That window. If I leapt up on that box, then climbed the trellis to the ledge, walk across the ledge till I was under the window and then leapt to the window. Yes, that would do it.
Within the time it would take a dog to roll in the dirt, I was in the window--wiggling through the bars. I had gained weight on that trip to Egypt. Normally, I should have slipped right through, but I made it.
Quietly I landed on a rickety table, which barely held me. Clio's chair was next to the table. She was hunched over, head in hands, obviously distressed. I did my cute cat thing and butted my head against hers and tried to get on her lap to be as close as possible.
It worked!
I purred as loud as I could trying to reassure my human that we cats would do what we could--even if it meant scratching a few human backs.
As I was comforting her, I heard the sound of approaching footsteps. Someone was coming. I needed to hide so that they wouldn't know I was here. I made my way down to the floor, and pretending that I just wanted to wind my way around Clio's ankles, hid myself under her chiton.
I was just in time. Someone entered the room.
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