CHAPTER NINETEEN
After Juliet left, I put my goldfish pajamas back on and this time chose the skunk slippers. They were my favorite pair. The fire had died down in the fireplace, so I added a few more pieces of wood until it blazed back into life. I perused my shelf and pulled down a Hercule Poirot novel and settled onto the couch to read.
I was immersed in chapter two when Ferdie jumped up on the window sill and yowled. “Knock it off, Ferdie. You’re being rude. Can’t you see I’m trying to read?” I picked my book back up, but Ferdie persisted. He paced back and forth in front of the window and growled. Who needed a guard dog when they had a twenty-five pound guard cat? I put my book down and went to see what upset him. I peered through the window and spotted a small dog digging in my yar
