Brigit
Brigit had followed Megan and Detective Bustamente around the house as they’d searched it. The cat who had run off earlier was curious what they were doing. He sneakily followed them, too, peeking around corners, scurrying off every time Brigit turned to look at him.
They came across the cat’s litter box in the bathroom. Brigit would never want to be a cat. They were useless creatures as far as she could tell. But she did envy their litter boxes. She had to relieve herself outside, no matter what the weather. It wasn’t fun to pop a squat in the pouring rain.
She’d heard the soft patter of the cat’s paws as he snuck up behind them again. One … two … three! Brigit whipped her head around. The instant her eyes met the cat’s, he’d skittered backward, banged into the wall in the hallway, and ran off. Heh-heh.