The Silver Protector And Me

Mixed Messages

Munkustrap had barely gotten to his front door when he was intercepted by Admetus. "Good evening, sir! Thought I'd let you know that the invitations have arrived." He showed him his bag filled with black envelopes.

"Good," said Munkustrap, taking a peek inside. "Have you checked them over?"

"Every single one present and accounted for," the brown and white tabby replied. "Would you like us to deliver them now? George has got the pigeons all ready."

Munkustrap nodded. "Please. Oh, but there are four I'd like to deliver myself, if that's ok?"

Admetus grinned. "Got them right here." He reached into the bag, pulled out four of the envelopes and handed them over.

"Fantastic." Munkustrap smiled as he double checked and saw they were the ones he wanted. "Thank you Admetus- Oh! Have there been any messages for me?"

The tabby, who had been about to head off, shook his head. "None that I've seen sir."

Munkustrap frowned. "No sign of any ravens at all?"

"No, sir. Are you expecting one?

"Yes, I am." Munkustrap hid the twinge of annoyance he felt. Why was Morgan taking so long?

"I'll be sure to keep my eyes peeled," Admetus reassured his superior, to which Munkustrap gave a curt nod.

"Thank you. And what news from the patrols?"

"Tumble and Pounce didn't report seeing anything suspicious. Shall I get them to report to the meeting?"

Munkustrap shrugged. "Only if they really want to be there."

"No problem." His friend started off to complete his task. "I'll catch you laters," he called.

"Yeah, later..." Munkustrap absentmindedly replied, and was about to head straight to the Tyre Clearing, when he suddenly remembered why he had gone to his den in the first place. Cursing himself for almost forgetting, he opened the door and went inside.

After a quick scrub to remove all traces of Cassandra, followed by further pottering about, he was back out again and making his way through the yard to his original destination. No need to hang around, and perhaps he would make the meeting on time, for once!

S

omething made him stop. 

A muffled giggle, snapping his mind to the here and now. Recognizing its high pitched tone, he immediately dematerialised into the shadows, just in time to see a couple of torbie Angoras slink passed. 

His eyes narrowed. What were those two clowns up to? No good, by the looks of things!

Peering closely, he saw that one of them had a piece of paper clutched in his paw, and they were both whispering hurriedly to one another. He had to strain his ears to listen.

"Right Jerrie, 'ere's what we'll do. You 'alf inch one of them flyin' rats and I'll put the message on."