Last week, we left Harry Sheets sliding towards Isosceles, who was consuming the evidence on the floor. How will this end? Find out now! (If you haven’t been following, find out what happens in episode one here. )
Harry Sheets slid uncontrollably towards Isosceles, about to ram straight into the giant tabby and the remainder of the evidence. Thoughts of getting the evidence in his fur flashed through Harry’s mind as his eyed locked with Isosceles’. Harry hated getting his fur dirty, hated it, but there was nothing he could do. He extended his claws to try to gain some traction on the slick floors but continued to slide. He braced for impact.
“My fur!” Harry screamed. Then, at the last second, Pancakes threw herself in front of Harry.
“I’ll save you, Harry!” she yelled. Her brave act did nothing to slow Harry’s speed. All three of them collided in a heap, slipping straight through the evidence on the floor.
As the world came to a stop, Harry found himself lying on top of Pancakes, who was lying on top of Isosceles, who was still licking the evidence from his lips. All six eyes widened as they realized how close they were to each other and all three cats started hissing furiously as they scrambled to avoid contact.
After regaining a safe distance from each other, Harry confronted Isosceles.
“Why? Why did you eat our evidence?”
“Why not?” Isosceles asked.
“It’s not food!” Harry screamed.
“It was food.”
“Well, yes, I suppose at one point it was, but it’s beyond food now.”
“I don’t know, tasted ok to me,” Isosceles replied.
“You, sir, are disgusting! And you’ve ruined my case!” Harry pressed his ears back.
“So? En guard!” Harry shouted, lifting his right paw into dueling stance.
Isosceles met the challenge and lifted his as well, flattening back his ears and squinting his eyes. The two large cats stared at each other through half-closed lids, heads turned slightly to the side, paws raised. After fifteen seconds of stillness, Isosceles struck first. Harry parried with his paw. A few more seconds went by, then Harry struck back. Suddenly, a flurry of paws was all that was visible as the cats slammed their toes together repeatedly for a short time. Then, they went still again. Harry took a final swing and hit Isosceles on the head.
“Touche!” he yelled.
Isosceles crouched lower to the ground and backed away slowly, squinted eyes still focused on Harry. When he reached a safe distance, he ran and hid himself under the couch.
Harry felt elated as he realized he’d vanquished his opponent.
“Yeah!” Pancakes yelled. “Nice job, you showed him who was boss!” Her words were muffled between licks of her own fur. She was trying to groom out the evidence.
Harry realized it too late.
“Pancakes, that’s all we have left! What will we analyze now?”
Pancakes paused for a moment, making clicking noises with her tongue.
“What are you doing?” Harry asked.
“I’m analyzing the evidence. It tastes like fish oil,” she paused, smacking her lips again, “with a hint of grass.”
“Who was eating grass?”
“Oh, I guess I was,” Pancakes said.
“When were you eating grass?”
“Mom took me out on the balcony with her yesterday. I found some out there.”
Harry paused, trying to put together this information in his head.
“Are you telling me, that you ate grass?”
“And that the evidence tastes like grass…”
“But that means, that means that you… you…” Harry stammered. Suddenly, it all became clear. “You, Pancakes! It was you that puked in Mom’s shoe!”
Pancakes considered the evidence for a moment.
“Oh yeah, I guess it was.”
“When did you do it?”
“I guess it must have been when I took that nap in the closet, next to the shoe rack. I remember waking up with a bit of a tummy ache. Gosh, I thought I’d dreamed that whole thing.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Harry said.
“Well, you never asked.”
“But I – I – ” Harry stammed, realizing she was right. He’d never conducted an interview with Pancakes. He was so focused on the evidence that he forgot the obvious. As Harry grappled with the truth, Pancakes smiled.
“Wow, Harry! I helped you solve the case!”
Harry said nothing for a moment.
“Harry! Did you hear me? I helped! Does this mean I can be your official sidekick? Oh, gosh, that would be great! Just great!” Pancakes sang.
Harry realized she was right. She had helped him solve the case, even though she was the perpetrator. And she taught him a valuable lesson about interviewing: He must, in future, leave no stone unturned or, in this case, no Pancake unflipped.
“Yes, Pancakes, you can be my sidekick.”
“Oh, that’s so great!” Pancakes ran up to Harry to hug him. Her quick motion startled both of them and they hit the deck, looking around for signs of danger.
“I just wanted a hug,” Pancakes said.
Harry put his nose near hers and bumped it against her face. She bumped his back. Then Harry started walking towards the bedroom. It was time for a nap.
“Hey, Harry, next time, will you wear a little hat that matches mine?”
“I’ll think about it.”
“Ok, I have the perfect one for you,” she said, trailing after him into the bedroom. “It’s in Mom’s closet. On one of her dolls. You want me to get it?”
Harry’s tail disappeared around the corner and Pancakes followed. All he could think about was a nap. A nap was exactly what he needed.
So, what did you think? Did you like Harry Sheets? Do you want to hear more about him? He may take a little break for a few weeks, but if he’s popular enough, he might make a come back soon, so let me know what you think!
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