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Authors: Gertrude Chandler Warner
Animal Shelter Mystery
The Animal Shelter Mystery
GERTRUDE CHANDLER WARNER
Illustrated by Charles Tang
ALBERT WHITMAN
& Company, Chicago
Contents
CHAPTER
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1.   A Thump at the Window
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4.   The Hidden Notebooks
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6.   Raining Cats and Dogs
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inner at the Aldens' ended with the sound of a growl. Henry, Jessie, Violet, and Grandfather Alden, too, all turned to look at Watch.
“What's the matter, Watch?” Jessie asked the family dog.
“Did you hear that fat raccoon again?” Violet wanted to know.
“Or maybe a skunk, boy?” Henry asked.
Watch answered all these questions with another growl. This surprised everyone at the dinner table but Benny. He was too busy spooning up his blueberries and vanilla ice cream to pay any attention to Watch.
Something hit the screen, and Watch's growl turned into a real bark. Somethingâor someoneâwas at the porch window, trying to get in!
“I'll go out back and check,” Henry said.
Now Benny dropped his spoon into the bowl. He ran out to the porch with everyone else. “Maybe it's a prowler,” he said.
“Oh!” Violet cried out suddenly. “Something just brushed against my legs.”
Jessie stooped down. “Why, look,” she said. “It's not a prowler at all. It's a little calico cat.”
“So this ball of fur was trying to get into our house?” Mr. Alden asked. He laughed as an orange, gray, and white cat circled through everyone's legs.
Violet picked up the cat. “I think she's lost, poor thing.”
“And hungry,” Benny added. He quickly ran into the dining room and came back with his ice-cream bowl.
“She
is
hungry,” Jessie said. “Look how fast she's lapping up Benny's dessert.”
In no time at all Benny's bowl was licked clean.
Mr. Alden smiled. His grandchildren had adopted many pets since the old boxcar days when Watch first showed up to protect them. Of course, the Aldens didn't need much protection anymore. After their parents died, their grandfather had found them living in a boxcar and brought them home to his big safe house.
“Listen!” Jessie said when the cat finished her dinner. “She's purring.”
“Sounds like she's got a little radio in there,” Benny said, laughing. “For such a small cat, she sure has a big purr.”
“How do you know she's a
she
?” Henry asked. “Maybe she's a
he
.”
“Dr. Scott, the animal doctor, told me calico cats are always girl cats,” Violet explained.
Though Violet was only ten, her family knew she must be right. The Aldens were all working as volunteers at the Greenfield Animal Shelter this summer, but Violet was Dr. Scott's special helper. No one was gentler than Violet when it came to soothing scared animals or fixing their hurts.
“Well, let's see if this girl cat has a name,” Mr. Alden said. “There's some sort of tag on her collar.”
Jessie took a look. “It's a locket. Here, Violet, you open it. It's too small for my fingers.”
Violet's delicate fingers opened the locket with no trouble at all. “Why, look, there's a message inside!” she cried. A folded piece of paper fell out of the locket.
Benny got to it first. He brushed back his hair from his eyes. “I'll read it,” he said. “Now that I'm six, I know how to read.”
And so he did ⦠with some help from Jessie.
My name is Patches. My owner can no longer take care of me. I know you children will give me a good home.
“Then she's not really lost,” Jessie said. “Somebody left her here on purpose,” Henry agreed. “But why? And why did they bring her to our house?”
“Maybe the person wanted
this
home,” Benny said. “Not just any old place, but Grandfather's house, with a big porch, and a boxcar in the backyard, and blueberries and ice cream, and everything just right.”
Mr. Alden smiled. He was happy to hear Benny say this. His grandson was right. Anyone who wanted a good home couldn't do any better than the Alden place.
Jessie looked puzzled. She twisted her braid around her finger. “Patches is such a healthy and friendly cat. Her owners must have taken very good care of her. Why would they give her away?”
“We should try to find out who her owners are,” Violet said. “And what their reason was for giving her to us.”
“I wish we could keep this cat,” Benny said. “She likes us. Can we keep her just for tonight? Please?”
“Sure thing, Benny,” Henry said. He gave his little brother a pat on the head. “I guess she can sleep in one of our rooms.”
Just then, Watch barked.
“Patches can't sleep inside,” Jessie said. “We have to be careful of Watch's feelings. Patches can stay on the screened porch. It's a lovely summer night. We'll leave a small light on to keep her company.”
Violet added, “We can make up a small bed for her out there in Benny's red wagon.”
“With a soft mattress,” Jessie said. She came back out to the porch carrying a flannel-covered pillow. She tucked it in the wagon and tried to coax Patches to climb up. But the little cat wasn't interested.
“She's nervous,” Violet said. “I know what she needs.” She whispered something in Mr. Alden's ear, then ran upstairs. When she came down again, she was carrying something lumpy wrapped in an old towel. She laid the lump carefully on the pillow in Benny's wagon. “There you go,” she said. She lifted the cat and placed her on the pillow.
The cat sniffed the lump, walked in a circle around the pillow, then curled up.
“What did you put there, Violet?” Benny asked.
“It's Grandfather's big black alarm clock. The ticking will make Patches think of her mother's heartbeat. That will help her sleep,” Violet explained.
“Well, what do you know!” Henry said. “Look at that.”
Everyone stared at Patches. She was practically asleep already!
“I don't know who or why somebody left her here, but they certainly picked the right place,” Mr. Alden said. He left on the porch light but locked the screen door. “Time for all of us to get to sleep, too.”
Jessie coaxed Benny into the house. “We'll have to get up early if we're going to look for this cat's owner before we go to the animal shelter. If everyone helps me in the morning on my newspaper route, we'll have time to talk to people along the way. Maybe someone will know where Patches came from.”
Everyone looked back once more to check on their calico guest. Cuddled in Benny's wagon, the cat looked right at home. But how had she gotten here? The Aldens meant to find out.
T
he Aldens had their own alarm clock to wake them up every day. With the first ray of light, Watch stood by Jessie's bed and pushed her with his nose. Then he visited Henry and Violet and did the same thing.
Benny needed something different to wake up. Watch tugged at the blankets until Benny opened his eyes.
“It's still dark out,” Benny told the dog. He pulled the covers over his head.
Watch pulled them down again.
“Okay, boy, okay. I'll
get
up. But that doesn't mean I'll
wake
up.”
Benny was wrong. Suddenly he remembered what was special about today. Wide awake now, he ran downstairs and rushed out to the porch. Too late. Violet, Jessie, and Henry were already there, feeding Patches bits of scrambled eggs.
“Is that my breakfast?” Benny cried.
Henry laughed. “Don't worry, there's plenty left in the kitchen.”
“Boy, for such a small cat, she sure eats a lot,” Benny told the housekeeper, Mrs. McGregor, when he got to the kitchen.
Mrs. McGregor couldn't help laughing. “And for such a small boy,
you
sure eat a lot!”
Benny helped himself to a heap of scrambled eggs with cheddar cheese, and two pieces of toast with peanut butter. He had to make a second trip back to the kitchen to fill his pink cup with fresh-squeezed orange juice.
After breakfast, Henry and Benny helped Mrs. McGregor clean up. “There's not even a crumb left on your plate to scrape into the garbage, Benny!” Henry said. “Here's a dishtowel so you can dry these plates. I'm going to see how Jessie and Violet are doing on the cat carrier they're making in the garage. We want to bring the cat along when we help Jessie with her paper route. Maybe someone along the way will know who her owner is.”
Benny was having a great time teasing Patches with a thread hanging from the dishtowel. “I wish she could belong to us,” he said.
“She belongs to us for now, at least until we find her owner,” Henry said. “I'm going out to the garage. See you in a few minutes.”
Thanks to fourteen-year-old Henry's part-time summer job at Seed's Hardware Store, the Aldens now had a well-equipped workshop in their grandfather's garage. Henry had stacked up scrap lumber, jars of shiny nails and tacks, and the excellent tools Mr. Seed had lent him. The Aldens loved to fix things that were broken and build whatever they needed.
Today they needed a cat carrier, and Jessie was busy making one when Henry came into the garage. “The extra screening you brought back from the hardware store fits just right over this wooden fruit-box carrier, Henry,” Jessie told her brother.
“Good job, Jessie,” Henry said when he saw the cat carrier. “Now, what're you up to, Violet?”
Violet was bent over some drawings at the end of the workbench. She held up a handful of
FOUND CAT
posters she had made. “Do you think anyone will recognize Patches?” she asked.
“I don't think there's another cat in Greenfield with a triangle on her nose like this one,” Henry answered.
Benny, too, had something to add when he came out to the garage. “Here's my blanket,”he said. He folded the blanket so it fit into the carrier. “She's all set.”
Henry looked around the garage, then out in the backyard. “Now all we need is the cat,” he said.
That was the hard part. Patches had just discovered Grandfather Alden's vegetable garden. She was running in and out of the poles he had set up to grow his pea vines.
Jessie went into the house and came out again. “Here's a spoonful of Mrs. McGregor's tuna fish. Maybe Patches will come over to eat it, and we can catch her that way.”
Benny laughed. “No one can turn down Mrs. McGregor's good tuna fish, especially a cat.”
When Patches smelled the fish, she ran to Jessie. She quickly licked the spoon, then cleaned her face and paws carefully. This gave Jessie a chance to get the cat into the carrier.
