Meowseur Purroit is on the case again.

I was sat in the lounge, watching the TV, all alone in the house, apart from the cats and Nathan. Nathan was fast asleep in bed, as it was a school day in the morning. Then I heard it. The photocopier was busy making copies all of its own accord. Concerned there could be an intruder in the house, I quietly tiptoed into the office hoping to catch the intruder. I slowly edged my hand around the door frame to switch on the office light.

Lo and behold, whom should I spot, but Meowseur Purroit himself, already at the scene of the crime.

Meowseur Purroit assured me that he was giving the case his utmost attention. Meowseur Purroit told me the muddy paw print on the "On" button was not his, but that of the evil purr-petrator of the crime. He also assured me that he was intently watching all furr-ifty copies being made to see if some sort of fur-ensic pattern was emerging. Who knows, said Meowseur Purroit, it could be a message from aliens, in which case, he would call in his friend, Fogs Meowlder, who was a fine detective of extra-terrestrial matters. I looked at Meowseur Purroit in disbelief. Purroit assured me he would give his purr-ime attention to finding a more down to earth explanation of events and wandered off following a trail of muddy paw prints on the desk.

Copyright © Helen Simmons
January 14, 2000