[MaC] An Almighty Row

[Mrfury28 at aol.com]

There, in the hall, was Seetie - who glowered at the three of them over the shredded remains of a white paper bag (the sort supplied by phramacists for holding bottles of pills, or other bottles.

"Well," said Lucinda, "he seems all right.  Do you think we should wash his paws or ... or something?  To be safe?"
She regarded Sweetie.  Sweetie stared back balefully.

"Perhaps not," she adnitted finally.  "Mr Hodges, do you think you could ... erm ... persuade him to move back?  And then I'll grab the bag."

Hodges stared down the little monster.  "I'll do my best."  The spry old man then slowly moved towards Sweetie, jumping up at the next second to try and startle the cat out from the bag.