Who Kill Cats Nine Times

It was raining when the murder happened. Numerous heavy drops fell from the sky, masking the blood that dripped from the cat corpse’s open belly. The said feline was still in the hands of its killer, a human whose recognizable features were hidden from view with their thick, long clothing and wide hat. The human, who seemed to be satisfied with the state of the corpse after looking at it intently, dropped it and left, disappearing into the darkness of the alley. It too

The whole building was in flames. It was also falling apart, so debris was coming down from all sides. Someone was trapped inside and was struggling to get out. But at the same time, they were looking for someone else. They could hear their own voice shouting something as they tried to search in the burning landscape. While the words were clear in their head, what they were saying couldn’t be made out, as if i

“Now, what are you doing here?” That was the question that Spencer had asked the cats. Now considering that it may have sounded too harsh, he instantly regretted asking it in that manner. 

Ryne had called the other cats over to his side after his conversation with Mrs. Matthews. They now waited for a bus to come. “I think it would be better for you three to get in the bag for now,” said Ryne, thankful that his bag was big enough to hold the others in.

Ryne told the other cats about what he had discussed with the police officer and Ella. “I see…” said Nini. “So it’s not just strays that are involved, huh? Who knew?”