left it on the floor by a small table which he then jumped up on. As cats are prone to knocking things down on purpose just for fun, he then pushed a book off the edge of the table. Then he jumped down landing on the book he'd just dumped on the floor.

"Stop it, Koko," said Qwill as he went and picked the book up. "Now look what you did. You had to leave your grape where it would get crushed when you dumped the book off the table? Really? I should make you clean it up."

"I'll get a paper towel. I'm going into the kitchen anyway to get us some grape sorbet." Connie looked at the guilty party. "Sorbet: Grapes which were neatly crushed within the confineswith help from Koko, of course. *(See The Cat Who Climbed A Tree, Book One.)

The scheme was a deeply complex one using a double for the wealthy Scotsman, and the most striking part of it was the resemblance LaGrange bore to Qwilleran. When Sara had finally pulled out the correct drawer at the morgue to show him the body he had unceremoniously tripped over in the woods, a shiver had gone up his spine as he looked down at a face that looked to be a near duplicate to his own. He continued trying to call it a coincidence but something kept nagging at him to the point where he felt impelled to ask Sara to test his DNA and the corpse's to see if they had any