the kitchen as they both serenaded the man while he opened the fridge and took out pieces of dark meat turkey which he proceeded to cut up and heat gently in broth on one of the cooktop burners.

"I have to ask you something. Why in the world didn't you feed these little stinkers regular cat food when they first came under your care when they were young cats? I mean, aren't you sorry now that Mr. and Mrs. Highness here prefer real turkey and fish and crabmeat to the usual stuff cats eat?" asked Connie. She loved the cats dearly and would feed them anything they wanted if it was safe for them, but was wondering now how they had acquired such elevated taste in cuisine.

"When I'd leaveher husband some years earlier in his early forties to a heart attack which had killed him instantly, she found this new level of busy to be to her liking. She had no children to concern herself with, so keeping her mind occupied was now like medicine. She had no complaints about her job as the Klingenschoen heir's live-in cook and housekeeper before all the winery business had made its way onto her plate, but she found herself actually glad to be doing something in the professional business realm once again. She was also glad that she worked for a really nice man whose company she truly enjoyed.

After his divorce many years prior, Qwilleran had developed a bad drinking habit which had cost him his dream job as