Roxie loves windows 💜#picstitch #roxiecat #catsofinstagram #kittiesofinstagram #cat #cute #window #queens #mine #iphonephotography #instaphoto #iphone (Taken with instagram)
Roxie was surprised #roxiecat #kittiesofinstagram #random #cat #jj #cute #iphone #mine #photooftheday #instaphoto #queens # (Taken with instagram)
Roxie wants her belly rubbed 😍#queens #instaphoto #photooftheday #mine #iphone #cute #jj #cat #random #kittiesofinstagram #roxiecat (Taken with instagram)
Roxie loves the window #roxiecat #kittiesofinstagram #mine #photooftheday #instaphoto #random #queens #cute #cat #iphone #jj (Taken with instagram)
They never sleep near each other. This is the closest it will get..lol😜#cat #cute #kittiesofinstagram #instaphoto #roxiecat #max#night #mine #dog (Taken with instagram)
Roxie is tired 😊#mine #night #roxiecat #instaphoto #kittiesofinstagram #cute #cat (Taken with instagram)
It was a dark night in a city that knew how to keep its secrets. I was on the thirteenth floor of the acme building, keeping myself company by nursing a bottle of scotch. I’d had a dry spell with cases recently, but damned if I was gonna go thirsty because of it.
My landlord had been ragging on me to pay my rent, so I had taken to sleeping in my office. Margo had just left for the night — when I heard a knock at the door. ‘Come in!’ I said, thinking that she had left her purse behind. And then she walked in, a dame with legs a mile long and fur the color of fresh snow.
She was as fine a purebred as I’d ever seen.
”I need your help, Mewrlowe,” she said in a breathy voice. Well, she wasn’t from around here, that’s for sure.
“Take a seat,” I said. “Care for a smoke?”
With a vague wave of her paw, she dismissed my attempts at courtesy. She went right to the point of her visit. “My owner’s been missing for a week now. I think she may be dead.”
Oh, it was going to be one of those cases.
I lit a cigarette and waited for her to continue…
