Maxwell looked at Monica with thinly veiled disgust, and when he spoke, his voice dripped with sarcasm.
“I suppose you haven’t given any thought to the missive I left you last night?”
Monica was still a bit woozy from the daiquiris (four of them) that she drank the night before. “Are you talking about the dead mouse?” She asked. “What am I supposed to glean from that?”
“I suppose you didn’t take a very close look at it,” said the cat.
“Of course not! Karl took care of that. I hear that I’m supposed to praise you for that sort of thing.” Monica had already opened the liquor cabinet and was shocked at the paucity of rum left in the bottle.
“You’d better watch it, my dear. You’re turning into a lush.”
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