Chapter 1Ben did another, more thorough search of the house. Mr. Tibbs simply wasn’t there. He’d probably gotten out while Hal and Chris were putting their things in the car. Ben couldn’t imagine where he might have gone. Tibbs, who had been fixed as soon as he was old enough, had never been one to go tomcatting. And because his front claws had been removed, it was dangerous for him to be running loose. He had very little way to protect himself and no way to climb trees.
“Damn cat!” Ben muttered. He pulled on a hoodie and went out to look around the yard, but Mr. Tibbs wasn’t there. Ben had hoped to get in some serious writing time that day since his brother and nephew had used up the rest of his weekend. Now here he was searching for Tibbs, who’d never in his two years of life run away u
