The Mysterious Life of Calvin the Cat
Calvin the Cat was seen as a mystery. He was seen everywhere: padding his paws around the town of Smallville and keeping a penetrating gaze on his surroundings. He was tough and shrewd gazer. Calvin always intimidated other cats with his bushy form and penetrating eyes. He always seemed to be present whenever anything interesting happened around town. He was present at the burning of the town square, the failed robbery at the jewelry store, and the capture of a famous convict at the ice cream shop.
Calvin always seemed to mysteriously lead the humans to the trouble. He had been the one to run off with Mr. Stein’s underwear into the town square and alert people to the fire. He had been the one to screech in front of the jewelry store and alert the presence of a robber. He had also been the one attack the convict eating ice cream.
The truth was, Calvin was an undercover police cat. At a young age, he had been abandoned by his parents. Calvin had then been taken in by an elderly couple. However, the elderly couple had died in a tragic fire. Calvin always remembered the kindness of the couple towards him. He kept a watch over the humans in memory of them. And because the humans were nice enough to feed him wherever he went.
On a brisk sunny morning, Calvin made his usual rounds about the town. Everything was normal. There was Ms. Potts hanging her laundry; the clothes rippling in the wind. Mr. Simon mowing the clean-cut lawn. The little red-haired boy riding a bicycle down the narrow streets.
Calvin sat down, satisfied that everything seemed normal. He began grooming his fur and licking his paws.
Calvin's ears suddenly twitched as he detected a disturbance near Mrs. Smith's house. Calvin swung his bushy head around and gazed piercingly at the little brick house with his almond-shaped yellow eyes. Something was not right.
He unfolded himself and cautiously approached Mrs. Smith's house.
Calvin hovered near the daisies in Mrs. Smith's yard as he tried to assess what was happening in the house. However, there was complete silence. After five minutes, Calvin crept quietly to the window.
"Calvin? What are you doing here?" a voice asked.
Calvin swung his head around to see Mr. Smith standing in the driveway. Calvin merely flicked his tail and waited for Mr. Smith to open his door.
Mr. Smith chuckled. "I bet you want food huh?"
Calvin waited impatiently while Mr. Smith took out his gold house key.
"Wha.." Mr. Smith said. "Wait, why is the door unlocked?" Mr. Smith frowned and opened the door. Suddenly he gasped.
Calvin looked in and saw Mrs. Smith laying on the floor unconscious. On her arm was a gash and a stream of blood.
"Help!" Mr. Smith cried. "My wife! Help!" Mr. Smith fumbled with his phone as he called 911.
An hour later, Mrs. Smith lay in the hospital. Calvin, meanwhile, was waiting outside, hoping to catch some news of what the police had found. Presently, Mr. Smith and the sheriff came out.
"Any leads sheriff?" Calvin heard Mr. Smith say.
"We thought it was a human that had hurt your wife."
Calvin started with surprise. An animal had attacked her?
"You mean, an animal attacked her?" Mr. Smith looked astonished. "But what animal that would attack a human dare come so close to town?"
Calvin always seemed to mysteriously lead the humans to the trouble. He had been the one to run off with Mr. Stein’s underwear into the town square and alert people to the fire. He had been the one to screech in front of the jewelry store and alert the presence of a robber. He had also been the one attack the convict eating ice cream.
The truth was, Calvin was an undercover police cat. At a young age, he had been abandoned by his parents. Calvin had then been taken in by an elderly couple. However, the elderly couple had died in a tragic fire. Calvin always remembered the kindness of the couple towards him. He kept a watch over the humans in memory of them. And because the humans were nice enough to feed him wherever he went.
On a brisk sunny morning, Calvin made his usual rounds about the town. Everything was normal. There was Ms. Potts hanging her laundry; the clothes rippling in the wind. Mr. Simon mowing the clean-cut lawn. The little red-haired boy riding a bicycle down the narrow streets.
Calvin sat down, satisfied that everything seemed normal. He began grooming his fur and licking his paws.
Calvin's ears suddenly twitched as he detected a disturbance near Mrs. Smith's house. Calvin swung his bushy head around and gazed piercingly at the little brick house with his almond-shaped yellow eyes. Something was not right.
He unfolded himself and cautiously approached Mrs. Smith's house.
Calvin hovered near the daisies in Mrs. Smith's yard as he tried to assess what was happening in the house. However, there was complete silence. After five minutes, Calvin crept quietly to the window.
"Calvin? What are you doing here?" a voice asked.
Calvin swung his head around to see Mr. Smith standing in the driveway. Calvin merely flicked his tail and waited for Mr. Smith to open his door.
Mr. Smith chuckled. "I bet you want food huh?"
Calvin waited impatiently while Mr. Smith took out his gold house key.
"Wha.." Mr. Smith said. "Wait, why is the door unlocked?" Mr. Smith frowned and opened the door. Suddenly he gasped.
Calvin looked in and saw Mrs. Smith laying on the floor unconscious. On her arm was a gash and a stream of blood.
"Help!" Mr. Smith cried. "My wife! Help!" Mr. Smith fumbled with his phone as he called 911.
An hour later, Mrs. Smith lay in the hospital. Calvin, meanwhile, was waiting outside, hoping to catch some news of what the police had found. Presently, Mr. Smith and the sheriff came out.
"Any leads sheriff?" Calvin heard Mr. Smith say.
"We thought it was a human that had hurt your wife."
Calvin started with surprise. An animal had attacked her?
"You mean, an animal attacked her?" Mr. Smith looked astonished. "But what animal that would attack a human dare come so close to town?"
"We found scratch marks on near the bottom of your door." The sheriff replied. "It looked like it was a cat that did the attack."
Calvin groaned and waited for Mr. Smith to make a conclusion.
Sure enough.
"Wait! When I had arrived home I saw Calvin the Cat." Mr. Smith said.
"Calvin had already been at your door?"
"Yes. He was lurking in my yard! It had to have been him!"
"Well in that case, let's see if we can find him" the sheriff said.
Calvin stayed long enough to hear what the sheriff said and ran for it. His heart pounded as he sped his way through the empty streets. Finally, Calvin reached an underground sewer entrance and slipped in. No one would think to look for him here. Calvin was always walking around town. He had only come to the sewer once before.
Calvin tried to make sense of the events of the day. What had happened? How could an animal attack sweet Mrs. Smith? If it had been a cat, why hadn't he of all cats been able to recognize it? None of it made sense. Calvin knew he would have to see Mrs. Smith's house for himself to assess the sheriff's words.
He would have to go around midnight. It was the only time he wasn't watching the town and it would be empty.
As twelve came, Calvin slipped out of the sewer and prowled toward the Smiths house. Calvin tiptoed through the garden, trying to quiet the rustle of the flowers he had brushed against. He sidled to the door and studied it.
Sure enough, there were scratch marks. However they were jagged, not like the thin clean marks a cat's claws would make. Calvin crept closer and noticed the scratches had glints of gold on them.
Calvin leaped in surprise as the front door banged open into him. He stumbled, disoriented for a moment.
"Got you! You're not getting away this time you murderous cat!" Mr. Smith thundered. In his hand was a bat, ready to strike Calvin.
Calvin screeched, his hair standing on end. He escaped the whip of Mr. Smith's bat and fled. Calvin made it a few blocks off before he collapsed under a bush. His head ached and he felt light-headed.
But more importantly, he felt confounded by what he had seen at the Smiths door. It definitely wasn't a cat that had scratched that door.
Calvin flinched as Mr. Stein, the doctor, came running past him. He heaved himself up and limped after Mr. Stein, but this time he was very careful not to be seen. Mr. Stein led Calvin back to Mr. Smith's house.
There were cops everywhere.
If Calvin had not been in so much danger, he might have found it amusing that so much commotion was caused by a cat
Calvin groaned and waited for Mr. Smith to make a conclusion.
Sure enough.
"Wait! When I had arrived home I saw Calvin the Cat." Mr. Smith said.
"Calvin had already been at your door?"
"Yes. He was lurking in my yard! It had to have been him!"
"Well in that case, let's see if we can find him" the sheriff said.
Calvin stayed long enough to hear what the sheriff said and ran for it. His heart pounded as he sped his way through the empty streets. Finally, Calvin reached an underground sewer entrance and slipped in. No one would think to look for him here. Calvin was always walking around town. He had only come to the sewer once before.
Calvin tried to make sense of the events of the day. What had happened? How could an animal attack sweet Mrs. Smith? If it had been a cat, why hadn't he of all cats been able to recognize it? None of it made sense. Calvin knew he would have to see Mrs. Smith's house for himself to assess the sheriff's words.
He would have to go around midnight. It was the only time he wasn't watching the town and it would be empty.
As twelve came, Calvin slipped out of the sewer and prowled toward the Smiths house. Calvin tiptoed through the garden, trying to quiet the rustle of the flowers he had brushed against. He sidled to the door and studied it.
Sure enough, there were scratch marks. However they were jagged, not like the thin clean marks a cat's claws would make. Calvin crept closer and noticed the scratches had glints of gold on them.
Calvin leaped in surprise as the front door banged open into him. He stumbled, disoriented for a moment.
"Got you! You're not getting away this time you murderous cat!" Mr. Smith thundered. In his hand was a bat, ready to strike Calvin.
Calvin screeched, his hair standing on end. He escaped the whip of Mr. Smith's bat and fled. Calvin made it a few blocks off before he collapsed under a bush. His head ached and he felt light-headed.
But more importantly, he felt confounded by what he had seen at the Smiths door. It definitely wasn't a cat that had scratched that door.
Calvin flinched as Mr. Stein, the doctor, came running past him. He heaved himself up and limped after Mr. Stein, but this time he was very careful not to be seen. Mr. Stein led Calvin back to Mr. Smith's house.
There were cops everywhere.
If Calvin had not been in so much danger, he might have found it amusing that so much commotion was caused by a cat
Instead, he lingered underneath the bushes.
"I've been trying to get a hold of you but you're too busy chasing a cat!" Mr. Stein yelled. "Mrs. Smith is dead!"
"What?" the sheriff asked. "When?"
"I would guess a couple hours ago." Mr. Stein hurriedly replied. "I had come in to check on her and I found her dead. And it wasn't Calvin that did it. Her head had been bashed, like it had been hit with force. A cat couldn't have done that."
"There must be someone else in the game then". The sheriff mused.
"What's going on?" An angry voice roared.
Calvin recognized it as Mr. Smith's and shrank back.
"Why are you here? Is my wife okay?" Mr. Smith frantically asked Mr. Stein.
As he said that, Calvin noticed Mr. Smith slip his gold keys in his pocket. They were chipped in some places, the gold wearing off. Suddenly, Calvin recalled the gold stain on the marked door and the way the marks looked jagged, like a key had been dragged against the wood.
It definitely hadn't been a cat that had hurt Mrs. Smith.
It had been Mr. Smith himself.
With a start, Calvin also recalled Mr. Stein's words about Mrs.Smith's death. She had been hit with something hard.
Mr. Smith had used a bat against Calvin, a hard one.
"Mr. Stein started "We're sorry but-"
"Rawrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!" Calvin screeched as he bounded to Mr. Smith and tore his key away from him.
An uproar of commotion followed as everyone reacted in surprise to Calvin.
"Kill him!" Mr. Stein bellowed.
"Wait!" The sheriff commanded. "He didn't kill Mrs. Smith and he's always been good luck to us. I think he's trying to tell us something."
Calvin, who had been tense with wariness, relaxed and ran up to Mr. Smith's door and dropped the key. He then ran inside Mr. Smith's house, dragged his bat to the front porch, and then left.
Everyone stared incredulously at Calvin as he marched off.
When the authorities put the pieces together, Mr. Smith was arrested and found guilty of killing his wife. It seems he had been after her inherited fortune.
Meanwhile, Calvin was upheld as a hero among the town. Wherever he went, compliments and praise followed.
Calvin the Cat remained the town's secret police, always watching for anything unusual.
"I've been trying to get a hold of you but you're too busy chasing a cat!" Mr. Stein yelled. "Mrs. Smith is dead!"
"What?" the sheriff asked. "When?"
"I would guess a couple hours ago." Mr. Stein hurriedly replied. "I had come in to check on her and I found her dead. And it wasn't Calvin that did it. Her head had been bashed, like it had been hit with force. A cat couldn't have done that."
"There must be someone else in the game then". The sheriff mused.
"What's going on?" An angry voice roared.
Calvin recognized it as Mr. Smith's and shrank back.
"Why are you here? Is my wife okay?" Mr. Smith frantically asked Mr. Stein.
As he said that, Calvin noticed Mr. Smith slip his gold keys in his pocket. They were chipped in some places, the gold wearing off. Suddenly, Calvin recalled the gold stain on the marked door and the way the marks looked jagged, like a key had been dragged against the wood.
It definitely hadn't been a cat that had hurt Mrs. Smith.
It had been Mr. Smith himself.
With a start, Calvin also recalled Mr. Stein's words about Mrs.Smith's death. She had been hit with something hard.
Mr. Smith had used a bat against Calvin, a hard one.
"Mr. Stein started "We're sorry but-"
"Rawrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!" Calvin screeched as he bounded to Mr. Smith and tore his key away from him.
An uproar of commotion followed as everyone reacted in surprise to Calvin.
"Kill him!" Mr. Stein bellowed.
"Wait!" The sheriff commanded. "He didn't kill Mrs. Smith and he's always been good luck to us. I think he's trying to tell us something."
Calvin, who had been tense with wariness, relaxed and ran up to Mr. Smith's door and dropped the key. He then ran inside Mr. Smith's house, dragged his bat to the front porch, and then left.
Everyone stared incredulously at Calvin as he marched off.
When the authorities put the pieces together, Mr. Smith was arrested and found guilty of killing his wife. It seems he had been after her inherited fortune.
Meanwhile, Calvin was upheld as a hero among the town. Wherever he went, compliments and praise followed.
Calvin the Cat remained the town's secret police, always watching for anything unusual.