Cat Smart: A Who-clawed-it Mystery

By M.E. Champey

Seven children have been kidnapped in New Paw City's most prestigious school named The Manchester School for the Gifted. It's up to Detective Vinnie P. Catnip to investigate and find the person responsible for these missing animal younglings. Does New Paw City's finest det

• Language: English
• Publisher: M.E. Champey
• Release date: Feb 1, 2024
• ISBN: 9798869157577

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Cat Smart

Cat Smart

Cat Smart: A Who-clawed-it Mystery © 2024 

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Written by M.E. Champey

First Printing, 2024

Other Titles by M.E. Champey

Mouse Train

Mouse Train (Illustrated): Dirby's New Home

Mouse Train 2: Dirby's World Tour

Daniel Stone and the Magical Scarves: Book 1

Daniel Stone and the Rescue Alliance: Book 2

Daniel Stone and the Magical Cruise: Book 3

Daniel Stone and the Frozasian Adventure: Book 4

Tolkin the Sorcerer: The Witchle's Fire Box

The Legend of Ben Hensley: Logan's Fire

Once Upon a Clock Tower: Huntsville's Dark Society

M.E. Shorts: Volume I

M.E. Shorts: Volume II

The Boyorgs: Search for the Criterion Blade

Allen Shooster: The Great Frontier

Fiory: The Enchanted Ice Horse

Court Magic: The Orb of Time

Finding Hanna: Escape from Arbitraria

In loving memory of Uncle George (1948-2023). 

Contents

1 New Paw City

2 Alley Cat Brawl

3 The Hardshells

4 Bunny McGee

5 Make the Jump!

6 Master Garth

7 Flight of the Ninja Cat Robots!

8 Punchy Crashy

9 Bizarro Mouse

10 The Yarn Factory

11 Yarn Brain

12 A Snail in Jail

About The Author

Cat Smart

A Who-clawed-it Mystery

M.E. Champey

1

New Paw City

Good morning cat lovers! The name’s Detective Vinnie P. Catnip! That gorgeous lookin’ cat you see there in the corner on her typewriter is Dottie Sugarmix. I’m a detective, a cat detective, and a pretty darn good one. My job is to fight crime and protect the greatest city on the planet; That’s New Paw City!

Yea, I’ve put many of the great mob bosses away in my time like Purry Checkers and the infamous Nine Lives Jackson. My latest and greatest bust yet was puttin’ away Whiskers Del’Pawrino for tryin’ to push 40,000 kilograms of artificial cat chow. We caught him red-pawed downtown near the city’s main fishin’ port. Yup, my name was shown everywhere in the papers for weeks last month; my picture too. The New Paw City Police Department even promoted me as chief investigator of the pet-crime unit and I couldn’t be any happier.

While waiting for Dottie to look up a name for me on New Paw City’s most wanted paw list, I stood up from my office chair and walked toward the window. I split the blinds so I could see the weather better outside. A few flurries began to fall, but the sun was still shining. I figured this to be an opportune time to spread my paws and take a walk outside; see what’s happening downtown.

Alright Dottie, I’m going to grab some lunch, you want anything? I asked.

I’m good, thanks, Vinnie. I packed my own lunch today; milk and tuna.

Alright, Suit it yourself. Don’t say I didn’t ask.

Don’t be gone all day, Vinnie. We still have all this paperwork to complete on your last bust. Turns out Whiskers Del’Pawrino has a lot of connections we still need to tend to.

Alright, I’ll be back in about an hour.

That’s what you said last time; and you ended up staying at the Meow Meow Sushi bar all night!

Hey, it was all you can eat sushi night, what’s a cat to do?

Alright, alright, well, don’t forget your coat. It’s chilly out there today.

Alright, alright, geesh! Feline dames, can’t live with ‘em’, can’t live without ‘em’!" I said out of the side of my mouth as I threw my coat over my shoulder.

Oh and Vinnie, just one more thing.

Yea?

I bought you a small thumb sized tracker. That way I can see where you are at all times, for work of course. I want you to take it with you, just in case of an emergency.

I picked it up off my desk and observed the small piece of technology.

Do I have to wear it?

It’s up to you. I think it would be a great idea for your own safety.

Oh, alright! I muttered.

I shoved it in my inside pocket, tossed my coat back over my shoulder, and finally exited the office.

As I continued my way down the precinct hallway, I was pleasantly greeted by many of the other cat officers. Some were young recruits who still looked like kittens.

Good day, Detective Catnip! a friendly young recruit greeted me.

Rookie Fluffintop! Hello there! I saluted reading his name badge. Adjusting well to your first year on the beat?

Yes, sir! Adjusting well! Though I still get nervous and tend to cough up hairballs from time to time!

That’s normal. Rookie nerves, I say. You’ll get used to it! Just keep your chin up and your ear to the grindstone!

Yes, sir! Fluffintop replied proudly.

Alright young cadet, stay sharp out there! I continued as I carried on down the hallway.

I then hopped on the stairwell railing and slid three stories down the first floor reception area. Behind the reception desk, was my old partner, Officer Enrique Tweets. He was a large, yellow canary; larger than most cats even. Yes, we had our differences at first, but we always agreed on one thing; that’s to serve and protect the innocent people of our great city.

Out for lunch, Catnip?

You know it, partner!

Hey, congrats on the Del’Pawrino bust.

Thanks, Tweets. How’s office life treating you these days?

Eh, I can’t complain. Miss the excitement out on the beat, though, then again, it's always exciting to see what the cat dragged in. Ha! Get it!

Yea, Tweets, I get it! You really missed your calling as a stand up comedian, I added sarcastically.

Look at this poor soul, Officer Tweets said, pointing to a silent raccoon sitting in the corner. We caught him tampering with peoples’ garbage cans up and down Kitty Avenue. Turns out he and his gang are quite the garbage eaters. What a loon!

Buuurrrrpppp! the racoon belched.

Hey, when you're hungry, you're hungry. Speaking of food, I think I’m going to hit Cat’s Deli. I suddenly feel in the mood for meatball soup.

Alright, partner. Hey, let me know if you want to play in the company softball game next weekend. We’re playin’ those dogs in the fire department. Those mutts!

"Ah, I think my schedule’s pretty full,