The Assignment

Today I decided to allow myself to be adopted. Earlier in the morning a very nice couple stopped by the Animal Control Pound where I had been lying low since my last assignment: The Case of the Broken Leash, but they lived in the wrong city, and were clearly the kind of people who would not take me for walks very often. Going for walks is essential if I’m to get my messages to The Agency, so I turned them down. But in the late afternoon another couple came by, and I liked them immediately. She seemed like a very kind and understanding person, and he obviously doted on her and would do pretty much whatever she wanted: my kind of people. They talked about how quiet and intelligent I seemed, and how much they were looking forward to walking me around their downtown neighbourhood. Perfect, I thought. There would be a small back yard where I could work out and keep in shape, and plenty busses I could use to get my information to The Agency as I gathered it.

I decided right away to let them adopt me.

I didn’t have to pack anything except a small bag of food and my collar – I travel light. Of course, my collar is not just a collar, but more about that later.

The car ride to my new home was very enjoyable, although I had to work hard to look out all the windows so I could keep track of where I was going. The Agency doesn’t like it if we get lost, so even though it means standing on my new owners’ laps while they were driving, I made sure to memorize the landmarks and the important smells until we pulled into the driveway. I knew immediately I would like my new home.

Except...
There were two cats.
This could be trouble.