It was 2 AM, and the phone rang, jolting me out of my dreams. With a voice as smooth as silk and as steady as a heartbeat, I introduced myself. “Cat. Dewie the Cat.” On the other end of the line, Detective Hull, sounding as weary as ever, said, “Dewie, we need you.” That’s all it took. I was up, pulling on my flea collar, headed to the scene of a crime that would rattle our small community to its core. The Victim: Edgar, the Beloved Maine Coon Cat Edgar wasn’t just any cat. He was a fixture in our town. A nine-year-old Maine Coon with a personality as big…
Edgar’s Last Lick A Dewie the Cat Investigation
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