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The other cats all stared at us as if we’d lost our minds. Even George stood shaking his weary old head. For the first time I was starting to wonder if I wasn’t making an absolute fool of myself. Unfortunately, Brutus wasn’t making this consideration, as he quickly outdid me, and rose one more level.

“Brutus!” a voice rang out. “Come down at once!”

It was Harriet. Apparently she’d returned to butt heads with Princess once again. She wasn’t going to give up on Brutus without putting up a fight.

“Not a chance!” Brutus croaked. “I have a choir to conduct.”

“You never do your conducting from up there!” she shouted.

“Oh, yes, I do,” he said with a chuckle. “Don’t listen to her, Princess. She doesn’t know what she’s talking about.”

Harriet turned to Princess.“I do know what I’m talking about. I’m not just this choir’s leading lady and main vocalist, I’m also Brutus’s girlfriend.”

“Not anymore, you’re not,” Dooley muttered, and Harriet gave him a withering look that quickly shut him up.

As Princess and the others watched, Brutus and I climbed higher and higher into the tree. Each time he overtook me, I went higher, and on and on it went, until we both reached the top and there was no more tree left. Huh.

Unfortunately we were now so high up that we couldn’t even see the ground, or the others. And as we listened to the sounds of cat choir starting their rehearsal without us, I wondered what the hell I was doing up here.

“Um, Brutus?” I asked, precariously perched on the top branch.

“Yeah?” he said a little uncertainly.

“Do you know how to get down from here?”

There was a momentary silence, then he confessed,“Nope.”

We both looked down, and the dizzying height gave me the creeps.

“They’ve started without us,” I said.

“I know. Can you believe it?”

“And Princess didn’t join us.”

“I think she lost interest about halfway through our climb.”

“I like that cat.”

“Me too. Though to be honest I like Harriet more.”

“What?! Then why did you put the moves on Princess?”

He shrugged.“I’m a cat, Max. Putting the moves on felines is what I do.”

We were quiet for a while, sitting there side by side while we listened to the cats singing up a storm. Then the first neighbor opened his window and shouted something. Then the second neighbor opened his window and threw a shoe. Sound carries, and the sound of two dozen cats screeching as if their whiskers are being plucked from their faces with tweezers carries even more. Not that I’m not proud of cat choir, but I may have exaggerated a little when I was telling Princess how good we are. Actually we kinda suck. Big time.

“How are we going to get out of this tree?” I asked.

“Beats me,” Brutus said. “I’ve never climbed this high before.”

He sounded just as unnerved as I was feeling.

“Max?” he asked.

“Uh-huh.”

“If we get out of this alive, I want you to know I think you’re pretty brave.”

“Come again?”

“Discovering that murder weapon today? That took guts.”

“I only climbed that pipe because you locked us up.”

“You know why I did that, right?”

“Actually, I don’t.”

He hesitated.“The thing is… Chase isn’t my human.”

“He’s not?” This surprised me. “But I thought—”

“His mother is. She took me in straight from the nest. But then she got sick and had to go and live in some place where cats are not allowed, so Chase had to decide whether to put me in a shelter or to keep me. Lucky for me he kept me, but… well, let’s just say Chase isn’t much of a cat person.”

“No, he doesn’t strike me as one.”

“I mean, he never cuddles me, or scratches me behind my ears. He just feeds me and that’s it.”

“Yeah, but he feeds you real meat.”

He gave me a sad glance.“I’d trade all that for a cuddle. You and Odelia? You guys have such a great bond. She cares about you, and even lets you sleep on the bed and all.”

“Chase doesn’t let you sleep on the bed?”

“Never. He kicks me out of the house when he goes to bed.”

“That’s not very nice.”

He shrugged.“It’s all he knows, I guess. His mother was the same. Cats aren’t supposed to sleep in the house. They should be outside. Catch mice.”

“It’s nice to sleep on the bed,” I said. “Nice and warm and soft. In the morning I like to snuggle up to Odelia and she hugs me. Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy.”

“I’d like that,” he said softly. “I’d like to have a human who cares about me like that. That’s why I wanted to be the one to tell her about Dion Dread’s new show. That way she might want to, you know, adopt me, maybe?”

I hesitated, then said,“You know, if you like we can share Odelia. She’s got a big enough heart for two.”

He was silent for a beat, then said huskily,“Thank you, Max. I’d really like that.”

“Then that’s what we’ll do. You practically live with us anyway, so…”

He glanced at me.“You’re all right, Max.”

“You’re all right, too, Brutus.”

We gave an awkward high five and then lapsed into silence once more. All this talk of Odelia was fine and dandy, but if nobody came to save us, we’d probably never see her again. I just hoped Dooley was calling 911.

Chapter 16