As a rule I’m a very hospitable sort of cat, but when the storm of a century descended upon Hampton Cove and animals from all around started flocking to our home in search of shelter from the elements, it took some adjustment on my part. And then of course there was the string of murders that suddenly shook our neighborhood, with a serial killer using the storm to cover his tracks. So it wasn’t long before it was all paws on deck and we were battening down the hatches to save women and children first. Though I could be mixing my metaphors.
