I thought I recognized him as our friend, Snow, but it wasn’t Snow. When they finally let me out of the contraption, the first thing I saw was another cat. Some of the strangers put me into another wire contraption and carried me off to a far away land. I sure hoped they would.īut that isn’t what happened. Pretty soon I guess I went to sleep because when I woke up I saw other people-all strangers.

She took it with me in it someplace where a man dressed in blue picked me up, touched me all over and poked me. But the human did not open the contraption. I’d never been this far away from the other cats and my family. I couldn’t wait to run back to where my mom lived, if I could remember where it was. Soon one of the people came to let me out. But all I saw of Sam was his tail as he disappeared into a thicket. I thought maybe Sam would help me get out so I could go back to my mom and siblings. I tried and tried to get free of the thing. I was hungry, though, so I sneaked up on the contraption, found my way inside, and whamo. I guess Sam wasn’t hungry because he didn’t pay much attention to the food. Only it was not out in the open like it usually was. So that day I followed Sam, hoping he would lead me to a plate of food-and he did. I hid when they came and when they left, the food was practically all gone. Maybe that’s because the people frightened me. I had a little trouble keeping up with Sam (That’s what I heard the people who fed us call the big yellow cat. I wanted to see what was beyond the shade of the big trees. I’d been alive for only about 10 weeks, and I was curious. I was minding my own business one day while hanging out with my kitty-friends in the shade of some big trees when I saw one of the older cats walk away. All while a killer roams the island paradise of the Conch Republic and a lost treasure is up for grabs. Trouble must help them resolve the mystery of Liberty’s murder and steer them down the path toward each other. Was Liberty merely a charter to him? Or is there more to their relationship? Both Trout and Ginger resist their mutual attraction, but Trouble knows they’re on an irreversible course toward love and redemption. Trout Richardson is one of the many recluses who came to Key West to escape his past and work as a charter boat captain. An unsolved murder could be the kiss of death for this native Conch’s struggle for financial and emotional security. The Paradise is her home, her history, and her refuge. Ginger Browne runs the B&B on a shoestring. But spying on whom? And why? Trouble, the black cat detective, must decipher their cryptic communications and piece together a motive for murder. The Hemingway cats, Megs and Bartholomew, who wander the grounds of the B&B, think Liberty Anderson was a spy. Key West is paradise-unless you’re the dead woman in the Toucan Suite.

Silas Gets a Sister by Grannie Snow