Chapter Six
“Pasha!” exclaimed Myrtle. “You about scared me half to death.”
The feral black cat’s eyes smiled naughtily up at her.
“Want to come in and have a snack?” asked Myrtle, as she fumbled with her keys.
She managed to quickly sidestep a love offering from Pasha that she’d laid on Myrtle’s front step. Pasha seemed to think that Myrtle was hopeless at hunting and kept bringing her dead gifts as encouragement to try harder.
“I’m going to have to get Red to take care of that corpse later. I don’t think Puddin will do it,” muttered Myrtle to herself. She pushed open her front door and followed as Pasha strolled casually inside.
Pasha walked straight to Myrtle’s kitchen, still apparently in hunting phase as she scoured the room looking for things to kill. To Myrtle’s relief, as sh
