Of course, this is the Librarian's fault as per usual. She would read those mysteries and laugh out loud and mutter to herself, i.e.: "Oh no! Don't do that!" or "Get'em Chet! Atta boy!" Harumph. About a dog. She never did that when she read those Cat mysteries...she did not appear to be entertained. After all, I must admit:
Cats do not run all over the desert;
Cats cannot leap at the perpetrators' throats (and threaten to tear them out, even. Egad.)
Cats can't smell as much - oops, I mean as well - as dogs.
Alas.
But if I can be allowed to make a case for Cats:
A Cat could distract the perpetrator, by running between his/her legs, scratching, or a loud yowl at the right time:
A Cat could pee on something, rendering it unusable (or at least thoroughly disgusting). This would be helpful in disarming weaponry, for instance:
A Cat can eat grass and puke next to a pertinent clue....
Oh Holy (Furry) Balls. I cannot believe I am even discussing this.
The odd part is...I don't mind the dogs (except they talk too much). I might even grow fond of a dog who thinks he is Henry the VIII and thus wears a ruff.
When I think about being a Cat detective, I believe I would be more of the Sam Spade type: moody, given to terse statements, a real loner. Hmmmm. I shall direct the Librarian to find a Kitty Fedora and practice meowing out of the corner of my mouth.
Mrrrrrrrrrrritttsh!
Er, no. Mweowww. Better.
Mwwwwwwow. Mwwwwow. Well, this is exhausting. But there - it's time for my nap anyway.
