Working Stiff. Annelise Ryan
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The pimply-faced kid at the pet store assured me it’s the cream of the litter box crop.
I set it up, put down some food and water, and give the kitten—whom I’ve decided to name Rubbish in honor of where I found him—the run of the place. I toss twenty dollars’ worth of cat toys down in front of him, but after a few curious sniffs, he sticks up both his nose and his tail at them. Hungry, I head for the kitchen and nuke a can of chicken noodle soup. I’m standing by the sink eating it when I hear an odd thumping noise, like a screen door banging in the wind. Thump-ump. And again. Thump-ump.
Curious, I set my soup down and head out to the living room to look around. I wait for the sound to come again and am about to give up when I hear it—thump-ump—coming from the bathroom. I walk in and see Rubbish pawing at the door to the cabinet beneath the sink. He opens it an inch or so but lacks the strength and coordination to squeeze through to the inside. Instead, he keeps bashing his head against the door just as it closes. Thump-ump.
As soon as Rubbish sees me, he sits down and meows. I walk over and open the cabinet door, then laugh as he bounds inside. “You think this is something special, eh?” I say to him. He ignores me and starts sniffing around like he’s looking for something. Did I have a mouse in there, perhaps?
I kneel down in front of the cabinet and look inside. There is a bottle of toilet bowl cleaner, a bar of soap, a couple rolls of toilet paper, and a box of forty tampons. I push everything around to make sure there are no critters hiding in there, then shrug and stand back up. Rubbish continues to sniff, then zeroes in on the box of tampons. I’d torn the top off the box for easy access and the outside wrappers on the individual tampons are made out of some kind of crinkly paper that rattles when Rubbish swats at it. He seems to like this and does it again.
I head back to the kitchen to finish my soup and by the time I’m ready to leave, Rubbish has fished one of the tampons out of the box and is batting it around the bathroom floor in a game of kitten soccer. I spend twenty dollars on cat toys and all the little beast wants to play with is a twenty-five-cent tampon.
Watching the kitten is entertaining, but I have places to go and things to do. Before Hurley shows up and has a chance to question me, I want to talk to David. Because one way or the other, I have to find out if my husband is a killer.
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