The Case of the Missing Cat

I have a black, fluffy cat.  Her name is Sabrina. She loves to go outside and kill chipmunks, mice and moles.  She drags them up to our porch.  The dog and Sabrina eat their stomachs and organs.

One day my dad let her out.  My sister, brother and I were at school.  My mom was at home.

A long while later she noticed that she wasn’t at the porch door for food.  My mom was franticly looking for her.  She couldn’t find her anywhere.

My mom called The Investigator. He came over and got his special investigator navigator thing out.  It could find missing objects.  He started to pick up a signal, so he got out his 590NRX.  It is a magnifying glass.  He tries to be like a high tech investigator, but he is only a rank 2 investigator.

My mom came outside to check on him and she was so shocked that he couldn’t find the cat.  My mom went up to him and said, “Um, excuse me, Sir?  The cat is right under the tree house."

The investigator was almost stepping on the cat and still couldn’t find her.

My mom took the cat in disbelief and went home without paying the guy.