both went and sat down in the sunroom. The cats were already there lounging on their personal chaise. Yum Yum got down and walked out of the room.

"I put the donuts on the kitchen table but I'm not in the mood for them right now," said Qwilleran.

"Me neither."

They sat quietly for a moment. Then the little cat walked back into the room and jumped up on the man's lap. She had a fireplace match in her mouth, which she deposited into his hand. Then she jumped down and got back up on her chaise and snuggled with Koko, who was fast asleep.

"She was trying to tell us something! I get it now. It didn't click because Koko has always been the mystery solving cat around here, but hethe usual place?"

"You betcha! Golly! Thanks so much, Mr. Q! You just made my day! Wait'll I tell Tiff! She'll freak!"

"Well, I hope that doesn't hurt her, but okay, see you tomorrow at one," smiled the museum owner.

"Be there or be square!" yelled M.A. as he leapt off the porch and went running to his car.

"Ah, youth," said Connie as she walked into the room.

"Youthful exuberance. I remember that. Kind of."

"Do you know what would happen to us if we leapt off the porch and started to run? Broken legs, that's what."

"Which is why you won't see me doing that any time soon."

"Or me. Say, I thought I'd go talk to Sally McBride and get a feel for what she's thinking on an organic vegetable business."

"Sounds good. Want