We
never heard a thing; not a scream or a squeal, not a bump or a bang, not a
shuffle or a scuffle, no not a single noise of any kind. But the evidence of
the murder was there; blood everywhere. Big, half-dollar size puddles of blood,
from one end of the deck to the other. Globs of it in the hand rail and on down
the steps. It
was a gruesome scene indeed.
Our
first concern was for the cats and dogs themselves. All of them passed
inspection, not a cut or scratch anywhere. This led us to believe that they
could possibly be the culprit. Who/what then was murdered? This was a job for
CSI…Critter Scene Investigation!
I
admit it, I am a closet investigator, and I am pretty good at it. Back home if
there are feathers scattered across the yard I know all the evidence points to
the murder of a bird. No matter how innocent the cats look laying there on the
porch I know they are guilty. How? They didn’t rush to the door for food when I
came outside, which means only one thing, they had full tummies. You can figure
it out from there.
But
there were no feathers. There was no squirrel or bunny hair. There was nothing
except large drops of blood; more blood than any squirrel of bunny could have
inside their small body. It makes me
nervous because apparently there was a critter on our deck that was pretty
large in size to have lost that much blood. More nerve-racking is the thought
of the size of the animal that did said critter in.
I
have deduced this much, that whatever it was that was murdered it was too large
to have been killed by any one of the three cats or either of the two wiener
dogs. (Who have the air-tight alibi of being asleep in the house with us at the
time of the murder.) The killer was bigger and meaner and sneaky enough to pull
off the crime without being heard or seen and without leaving any evidence at
all. Despite the large amount of blood there was not a single foot/paw print to
be found.
I
have become cautious about standing out on the deck at night. I have also
confined all my Critter Scene Investigation activities to daylight hours. But
it hasn’t stopped me from spending a great deal of time looking out the large
back windows and doors wondering about this incident. I prefer to not think of
these measures as cowardice on my part but rather stealthy surveillance. Yeah,
surveillance…that’s it. CSI continues to work on this case with Agent Mom
leading the investigation. Details of the case will be released as they become
available. (I think I need a theme song.)
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