Intro
“Meow!”
“I swear to God on high, Ms. Dueblo! You are not allowed to have pets in the office!”
Fruitloop silently smiled as she picked up the ginger munchkin cat at her feet. “Oh, don’t let the big man scare you, Parsy-warsy!” she cooed, obviously teasing the stressed man across her secretary desk and hugging the little cat. “I got you safe and sound!”
The well-dressed man grunted in disgust as he stormed from the room, apparently missing Fruitloop’s smug little smile as he left. The door slammed and Fruitloop placed her cat on the desk.
“You do know how much I hate ‘Parsy-warsy’?”
The munchkin cat was sitting up on his back end as it spoke.
Fruitloop rolled her eyes in reply; “He just doesn’t know you, Parsley, so I gotta play the part.”
“Just look at me; Parsley, the world’s smartest cat, and I’m working with a nineteen-year-old lawyer wannabe!”
Fruitloop just winked and started sorting papers. This was nothing unusual.
May 16, 1997
Tuesday. Ann Dueblo, my “owner,” has again found herself in hot water over my presence at her office. At the current standing of this offense, the lawyer has given her one last chance for the seventh time. This situation has played itself out many times, and I, Parsley, current senior detective of the Dueblo Detective Agency (DDA), can only logically conclude that, in light of recent events, the lawyer is, in fact, a closet cat lover.
End of entry.