Arf

The door hung crooked from the top hinge, the wood splintered right off the bottom one. My mood, which had been sky-high, began to change. Who was in charge of security at 19 Gentilly Lane? Me! So what was our door doing like this? I barked one of my short sharp barks, just getting my feelings out there. Then came a surprise, and not a good one: I picked up the scent of cat. Cat scent is one of the strongest scents out there, impossible to miss. A cat had been--and maybe still was at this very moment--inside our house? Don't there have to be some limits in this life? The next thing I knew I was running from room to room, head down, tail up, on high alert. Excerpted from ARF - A Bowser and Birdie Novel by Spencer Quinn All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.