Once the fireworks of the murder investigation ended, I began receiving e-mails from all over the country. Seems the story had reached the major news outlets. For some reason, folks have decided I can solve any mystery involving cats. So not true. I may be as curious as a cat, but I have no investigative training whatsoever. I responded to every e-mail to tell these desperate cat and dog lovers as much, but some remained persistent and have kept me updated about their lost animals. And of course they keep insisting that I can help them.

Putting those thoughts aside-the stories did tug at my heart-I said, “You’re nervous about the feedings; I get that. I promise you don’t have to do a thing except make sure we have enough coffee to keep us awake until six a.m. And I am running low.” I lifted my Belle’s Beans travel cup. The last time I’d stayed up all night on purpose was to cram for a college exam about twenty years ago.

Candace smiled with obvious relief. “I can do coffee. That antique Mr. Coffee machine Allison insists on keeping has met its match. I will serve you awesome java.”

Allison is Shawn’s wife and one of the sweetest people I have ever met. But Candace was right about the coffee-maker. I knew what to get them for their next anniversary.

Candace reached into her backpack and pulled out a small purple bag labeled STELLAR BREW. “This is from the Organic Coffee Company. Bought it online.” She stood and tiptoed over to the small table where the pot sat.

I set the sleeping kitten I’d been holding next to its mother’s tummy, and he never stirred.