My husband and I were awakened by the blood curdling scream and bolted upright in the bed! What in the name of heaven was that? "Maybe that was in the alley," I suggested hopefully. We both got up and peered down the stairs. We didn't hear a sound. My husband whispered, "Maybe someone is hurt in the alley - perhaps we should call the police." I nodded in agreement. We both went down the stairs. We intended to peer out of the window located in the dining room and see if someone needed help.
As we entered the dining room, we saw to our alarm that the window was wide open! Not only that, but a shoe was caught on the ledge of the open window! My heart was pounding as my husband left the room to dial the police. It was then Aggie walked out of the tunnel. She was fluffed up larger than I had ever seen. She turned towards me with her tail swishing back and forth as it did when she was really happy about something. How very odd! Why would she be happy at a time like this?
As approached her, she chortled loudly at me in her sweetest voice. She was really proud of herself for some reason. I looked at her white paws and white chin. She had something on them. Why, it looked like blood! Oh no! Poor Aggie - was she hurt? There was a little blood on the cat tree, too. Not a lot, but it surely looked like blood. Worried, I examined Aggie carefully. No, she wasn't injured at all. Relieved she was okay, I turned my attention to the window sill.
I noticed tiny droplets on it. Suddenly it became very clear to me what had happened! Aggie had attacked the robber as he tried to enter the window! What a cat!
"Oh Aggie, you are such a big brave kitty," I enthused! "What a good, brave girl you are!" I stroked her as she continued to chortle and 'talk' to me.
The phone call complete, my husband walked over to us. "The police will be here soon." Once he examined Aggie and the window sill, he was convinced my conclusion was the only reasonable explanation. One policeman arrived a few minutes later and surveyed the area. He discovered a few tools left behind by the would-be intruder and he took note of the odd foot prints left in the snow leading
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