An epic tale of mystery, murder and monsters, told by Bobtail, who happens to be, among other things, a cat
Bobtail is moving house, again. But amongst the usual worries of finding his litter tray and hoping the local store has his food, Bobtail quickly discovers his new home is harbouring some dangerous secrets. Secrets that put his life in danger when they lead to Bobtail becoming the prime suspect for a recent stint of murders.
Only a day into his new home and Bobtail finds himself embroiled in a twisted plot that spans the centuries and will affect both man and cat alike.
Bobtail watched as the cats around him lowered their heads and arched their backs. The scent of their anger hung heavy around them, but stronger even than their anger was the scent of their fear. They were terrified.
“I’m not a murderer,” Bobtail said as firmly as he could.
“I don’t like how you smell, stranger,” the big tom said, trailing his claws through the dirt.
“I don’t think it’s my smell that you should be worried about,” Bobtail said trying to focus on the tom speaking to him and ignore the others.
“You reek of Hell,” the big tom said.
“You stink of the dark place.” The cats behind the big tom hissed, the scent of fear grew stronger.
“The dark place? You mean the house? But I’ve only just arrived,” Bobtail said. “Take a proper scent, and you’ll find a day’s worth of ‘car’ on me. It’s this town that stinks.”
“He lies,” one of the other toms’ shouted suddenly. “He has used his magic to change his scent!”
“What?” Bobtail would have laughed if there hadn’t been quite so many of them.
“Silence!” The big tom snapped, and leant down to sniff at Bobtail. Bobtail cringed further down until his belly was touching the floor. “You are a bit shrimpy for a murderer.” Bobtail felt like a kitten cowering before his father. “He is no wizard. But as to his guilt, that remains to be seen.”
“But…” the second tom started, but fell silent when the big tom growled.
“Silence, Goblin,” the big tom said. He moved closer to Bobtail. Bobtail kept his eyes on his paws. The sound of unexpected movement made all heads turn; Bobtail gasped as a fox stuck its head through a bush.
“Well hello kitties,” the Fox said grinning. “We are going to play a game.” Cats were not the only predators that played with their food it seemed. “Just remember you don’t have to be faster than me,” the fox snapped its long jaws in a laugh. “You just need to be faster than each other.”