Catopolis

“Absolutely, Shamus. Without a doubt. I mean, I couldn’t believe my eyes at first, but when you think about it, it explains everything… well, almost everything.” Willie twitched with excitement, or perhaps worry, about the information he had just imparted. Shamus couldn’t be sure which yet and he needed to know.

Willie’s tale was a blockbuster, if true. The religious establishment was bound to be apoplectic. Willie would be investigated and denounced at the very least. His name, his history, everything about him would be sniffed out, batted about to see what shook loose, then released to the news-mongering horde in a ma

Shamus would be unlikely to fare much better, but at least he had a long professional reputation and some friends, or at least long-established contacts, in the news dissemination business. They would hold off on him for awhile. Long enough to see how the basic story sold and whether his bizarre explanation of the ultimate mystery was going to win the day. Then, if it looked as though Willie’s information was bogus, they would pounce and tear him apart, too.

It was past strange that he had ever even gotten this assignment. He’d been in the detective business a numbingly long time, but he didn’t go for the sensational jobs. This, well, this was truly sensational and the oddest case he’d ever worked… by far. Most of the jobs were straightforward enough, if not downright routine. Not always simple work or pleasant either, but what you expected in the business. Staking out houses and tailing suspects, mostly catching those who cheated on their supposed loved ones. He’d seen more mates leave home in the evening to go visit some piece of tail than he cared to think about.

The clients wanted to know, but they didn’t necessarily want to see what was going on right under their noses-most of his clients really didn’t get out that much and couldn’t handle themselves on the streets like he could. Sure, there was some excitement in the job-an occasional car chase, that kind of thing. But most of the cases were just sad and pathetic.

He hated the missing children cases the worst. Yeah, he had a few successes in his time locating the young ones- some even alive-but there were just too many cases of kids plucked away from their homes or getting lost or just turning up missing to make any sense of the world. The religious just said there was an unknowable reason for everything. The lunatic fringe-fanatics who howled at the moon-they all had theories of abduction and such. Heck, their weirdo theories made as much sense as this case-which reminded him, he’d better get down to business. His client was paying him to track down the secret of the mysterious “ma

“Let’s go over the entire story, Willie.”

“Geez, Shamus, I’ve already told I saw the whole thing!”

“But I’ve got to make sure what you saw makes sense. I can’t just take your word for it. You know, there’s no bonus for you and no future work from me, not next week, not in a blue moon, if you screw up something this important. Heck, you’ll be lucky to eat out of a garbage can if word gets about that you lied…”

“Lied! You know me, Shamus, I ain’t no liar!” Willie’s nervous twitch became more pronounced.

“… or were mistaken about what you saw. You say it all happened in Seattle? That’s some distance away. What were you doing there?”

“What does it matter?” Willie’s gaze went to the side, then down, looking anywhere but in Shamus’ eyes.

“A good detective corroborates every part of the informant’s story he can.”

“It’s embarrassing…”

Shamus opened his mouth in anger, but he withheld some of the fury of his words: “So is telling a tale like this and not being able to prove it! What were you doing in Seattle? I need to know and I need to know now. It doesn’t help either of us if the first time I hear about it is on the evening news.”

“I followed a girl there.”

Shamus considered this for a moment. Willie wasn’t exactly a catch, but some of the city dames are pretty randy. Of course, the consequences of casual promiscuity were anything but casual. That’s one of the reasons there were so many unwanted offspring in the world. He focused back on the questioning. “Does she know you were there, or were you stalking her from a distance?”

“I wouldn’t call it stalking… anyway, whatever you call it, she knew I was there. She caught me… I mean, saw me.”

“What’s her name?”

“Muffy.”

“Geez, Willie, you know those rich suburban types will never go for a cat like you!” Shamus thought for a few seconds, unconsciously humming a monotonous tune. “Let’s go back to the mystery, itself, and make sure we have all the appropriate elements.”

“Whatever. You’re the detective, Shamus.”

“Alright. Now in most of the world, everyone fends for themselves. They work for their food each and every day. But then, well, then there’s the rich-they live in fancy houses, people tend to their every need, and their meals are served to them on silver platters. My task is to find the source of their bounty. There’s no ready evidence of where it all comes from. No one sees it, no one smells it. It sure doesn’t walk into the place by itself.”

“Wouldn’t that be the cat’s meow?”

“Yet every day, the servants of the rich take this cylindrical object, subject it to some mechanical purring apparatus, then, there it is… food on a silver platter. The priests call it ‘ma

“That’s the story.”

“The priests also say that the servants of the pure of soul pray for provisions. If their prayers are answered, the gods purr, and immediately thereafter food mysteriously appears from nowhere, provided to these rich cats because they are the chosen ones. But you say that’s not what really happens.”

“Never happened to me, boss, one way or the other, but this Muffy… I saw it happen to her when I was stalking… er… watching her. It made me real jealous… and hungry, too. So I got pissed and left. Thought I’d head down to the waterfront and see what I could catch to eat. That’s when I saw it. Big place, huge place. I could barely believe it, Shamus. Filled with the best food you ever smelled. Big old boats were coming in filled with fish and stuff, and they were chopping it up and putting it into these cylindrical objects, then sealing them real tight-not like a garbage can lid, boss-I mean, real tight so you couldn’t even smell the food was in ’em.

“They called it a ca

“So you’re asking me to believe that the servants have created an entire workforce dedicated to catching food and shipping it hundreds of miles to other servants, who magically unseal it and feed it to us.”

“That’s about it.”

This was just too much. Willie had told him earlier that the food was inside the strange cylindrical objects, but he hadn’t told him this whole fantastic story about hordes of servants conspiring to make it appear. He could no longer control his disbelief of the entire story. Shamus spat out his words: “But it makes no sense, Willie. Food doesn’t keep long enough to travel hundreds of miles. And besides, why would they do that? What’s the purring sound? I just can’t stake my professional reputation on an explanation so outlandish! I’ll be labeled a heretic, for cat’s sake.”

“But it’s true!”

“Sure, sure, Willie. I suppose next you’re going to explain the mysterious red lights that have been reported lately, moving erratically at incredible speeds with no sound or source of power.”