Smokey glared at Casey, whiskers up and ready to club him across the face. You see a long time ago Casey got pawed in the face by a possum and it this point Smokey felt like repeating the job! She was sick of his smart-ass cat-itude. She had her paw raised but Blackie stopped her with a, “WAIT A MINUTE!!!!!”
By this point, everyone was staring. Blackie, so surprised that she managed to get their attention, backed up against a wall with a laugh/purr. “You guys need to calm down,” she meowed nervously.
Casey, whiskers twitching, agreed. “She’s right. We have to think Ace now, not ourselves. We-”
As if on cue, Barney came into the room- running. Meee-ow you got it! He was running. That process alone was scary just bepaws any movement by Barney caused the house to rumble! It was like an earthquake. “You cats are never going to believe what I found out!”
Every kitty relaxed at this point. It was almost a relief to know that Barney was actually keeping the priorities straight! Priorities meaning- finding out what happened to Ace. “Well,” Casey said, “what did you find out???”
“There have been more murders just like this!” Barney yowled. “The kid,” he added (pointing to Blackie with his tail), “was right.”