A New Job?

            The whole thing was weird.  It was like we were in a movie or a tv show.  Mom likes to watch those old reruns of this show called the A-team on tv and I’ve sat on her lap enough though a ton of those episodes too.  That’s what it reminded me of and, to top it all off, right when they asked that the Mayor came skidding on the beach with the board and nearly knocked me and Barney over. 

            “Whut iz up wid you two little kitties?”  he asked, jumping off the board.

            The kitties asked again, if we were the cats who took down the dogfighter.  Boomer acknowledged it by shoving a large trout in his mouth that smelled a lot like roasted butter.  Ohhhh meeeeeeeeeyowl did it smell good…

            The Mayor acknowledged the kitties but asked them why they wanted to know.  Sauce was suspicious too.  “Iz you two widdle juvenile kitties?”  he asked.

            The kitties looked horrified and denied it heavily.  “We not criminals,” said the smallest kitty.  “We need your help.” 

            That’s when the biggest one said that they wanted to hire us.

            Hire us??

            The Trouties were confused for a second and I really wasn’t to sure what to say.  It was Barney who answered with a, “What do want us to do?”