A Catty Arrangement


Maya Bull raised opera glasses to her wide green eyes. She adjusted the lenses until they focused on the Jarvis property across the street from her “Painted Lady” Victorian house.

“The place is infested with cats. I must find out who’s feeding them before the situation worsens.” She swung the posh glasses across her large bosom and marched across the deck of her gabled house. Inside the Chintz parlor, she picked up an antique gilded phone and dialed the Mayor’s office.

“Maya! How nice to hear your voice, darlin’. What can I do for you?” Mayor Casavetti drawled.

“Cut the bullcrap, Harry. I’ll not attend another Chamber of Commerce banquet or chair another social event until you and the police do something about that sad excuse of a Jarvis property. It’s bringing down the value of my property. Someone’s breaking in and feeding stray cats.”

“Wait just one minute, Maya. As we speak, I’m setting a plan in motion with the Beautification Committee, and…”

Maya hung up the phone and made a face at a broken manicured nail.

Maya bustled across Perry Winkle Street, and pressed through a field of high grass to the Jarvis estate. Her mind wandered to a happier time when she and Glory Jarvis were neighbors and best friends. It was a charming time when the estate lawn and gardens were beautified by lavender and rose bushes and bordered by Azalea and Rhododendrons. There was a carriage house, a white barn with a cupola, several out-buildings and a stately white picket fence. Maya and Glory ran between fences and enjoyed special culinary treats in each other’s kitchens. It saddened her to witness its run-down condition.

“Hello Maya.” Lieutenant Lex Wheeler greeted.

“Hey Maya,  how do you manage to walk through the rutted field in those high heeled shoes?” Sergeant Alan Banks asked.

“The same way you walk in your shoes, Alan – with two feet.”

She considered the 6’5” well-built Wheeler and short, rotund, bald Banks and managed to hold back a scathing retort. “Now tell me, did you find the intruder?”

Lieutenant Wheeler fidgeted with a protective mask hanging around his neck. He spat on the ground. “Maya, there’s not a sign of anyone inhabiting the Jarvis place except cats. Is it possible a neighborhood kid or an animal lover’s feeding those pussies when no-one is looking?” He waved his big hand toward empty tins of cat food littering the sagging front porch.

Maya’s steely eyes settled on the Lieutenant, a former childhood sweetheart. “Isn’t there anyone else on duty besides the two of you? The mystery should’ve been solved by now. There is a violator coming and going on the premises because I pick up paper litter, bottles, and empty cat tins in the yard every day. At least bottles can be recycled for cash.” She sighed. “And I give the proceeds to Kit House, a haven for abandoned cats.”

“We solve a good percentage of the cases we investigate, Maya. I guarantee you there’s no-one in that house. We’ve searched it from end to end and top to bottom.” Lieutenant Wheeler wrinkled his nose. “It reeks of cat pee. How the intruders are getting in is beyond me. The place is boarded and locked up tight.”

Maya looked beyond the policemen to the front of the Jarvis house. The officers followed her gaze.

“There he is!” She pointed to a shadowy form passing by a window.

As they raced toward the house, the front door opened. The officers stiffened to attention drawing guns, then relaxed their stance.

An old woman dressed in a soiled, baggy housedress, and rolled-up socks covering swollen feet, lowered a plastic tray of cat food onto the porch. An army of mewing cats swarmed up the steps and pounced on the food.

“Glory Jarvis!” Maya stepped aside as the animals raced past her. “Where have you been? I thought you were dead and buried.”

In a surprisingly vital voice, the miscreant said, “I’m as much flesh and blood as you are, Maya.” She pinched the loose, hanging flesh of her forearm until it reddened and turned white.

“Glory, do you mean to tell me you’ve been living as a recluse in the old homestead all this time?” Maya asked unbelieving.

Glory laughed half-crazed, “I may be the ‘black sheep’ of the Jarvis family, but I’ve outlived the lot. I’ve come back to claim what’s rightfully mine, the Jarvis house and my fortune. No one in town’s any wiser.” She grinned, exposing gaps between her teeth. “I’ve been living with my cats right under your noses.”

The officers looked at each other in confusion. Lieutenant Wheeler stepped forward. “Miss Jarvis, Sergeant Banks and I have searched your place many times. How did you manage to avoid us?”

The unkempt, wild-haired woman shuffled forward and said in an irritating, high voice. “Tch tch. Neither of you gentlemen opened the hatch door beneath the rug in the kitchen floor. If you had, you would’ve seen stairs going down to the root cellar. I hid in the potato bin under burlap bags when you paraded through.”

“How did you get food for yourself and the cats without anyone seeing you?” Sergeant Banks folded his arms across his broad chest.

Glory tucked her mouth tightly at the corners as though savoring a hidden amusement. “God willing when my feet aren’t badly swollen, I go out at night and walk three quarters of a mile to the People’s Market on Route 11. Not many people in Winnipee shop late at night. Besides, the young clerks aren’t interested in the comings and goings of a bag lady.”

With obvious stiffness, Glory lowered herself down on an uneven step of the porch. Cats vied for space on her ample lap and her chest heaved with a racking cough.

“I’m tired of hiding.” She looked forlornly at Maya. “You don’t know how much I’ve wanted to ask you to come over and have a cuppa’ tea.”

Maya pulled the officers to one side. She said, “If I’d any inkling Glory was the intruder, I’d have gone about this in a different manner.”

Lieutenant Wheeler scratched his head. “We must act on this, Maya. The authorities and trustees in New York City must be notified immediately. They’ve been looking for Glory since she disappeared from her Manhattan apartment seven months ago. We, too, feared the worst.”

“I know you must move on this,” she nodded from one to the other. “But remember in the nineteen fifties the Jarvis house was a showplace when T. J. Jarvis ran the lumber yard, employing eighty-five percent of Winnipee. Now Glory’s the last one; she has no family.”

She shielded her eyes from the direct glare of the sun. “It’s obvious she’ll need to live in an assisted living residence. She may fight it but under these circumstances Social Services will not allow her to live alone. When that’s settled, I’ll speak to the mayor about converting the estate into a cultural center. The Jarvis’ would prefer that option to having the old mansion torn down.”

“If you take responsibility, Maya, I hope you realize what you’re in for,” Lieutenant Wheeler, still smitten by her perfect dimples and long-lashed green eyes, persisted.

“I’m aware of the consequences.”

The policemen turned to leave.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Maya asked in a voice that was saccharine sweet and melodic.

Lieutenant Wheeler made a dismissive gesture with a shrug of his shoulders. “What else could there be, Maya?”


The officers moaned. There would be the Humane Society to contend with. Not to mention the Animal Lover Activists and Kit House. Sergeant Banks put his hand on his gun.

Glory wagged a finger. “Keep that weapon in your holster, young man.”

Lieutenant Wheeler grimaced. “Start filling out forms, Sergeant. I’ll count cats.”

Author Notes

14 Comments for “A Catty Arrangement”

Tim Hillebrant


Hi Patricia,

I liked this story. At first, it read like a bit of a mystery or maybe a ghost story, but the deeper I got, the more it played out. I’d be interested to know what about the friendship of the two women has Maya turning against her controlling nature to show compassion to her friend.
I didn’t see any nits, though I looked. Just an enjoyable read.



An intriguing story, Patricia, not to mention I like cats. I used to have two when I was younger. Maybe I’ll get another cat someday. I loved your characters, especially Glory. Nice write! 🙂



A very interesting story filled with humor, status, and understanding. Maya is quite the control freak! lol I was impressed with her compassion toward Glory, considering how her status had changed. You do a fine job of defining Maya’s character immediately in the story.

A few nits/suggestions:
“Hel-lo Maya.” -Lieutenant Lex Wheeler whistled. (Why is the dash in Hello? Does the Lieutenant have a stutter? Why was he whistling?)

-The policemen (looked turned) to leave. (Seems to be something missing here)

-“{Lex, Alan – }(A){a}ren’t you forgetting something?” Maya asked in a voice that was saccharine sweet and melodic. (Since you’ve already mentioned the policeman turning to leave, I would suggest leaving off the Lex, Alan part of the sentence. You do this in another spot, too. I think you want to emphasize your familiarity with the men, but you have explained how you know them, and this just seems like unneeded extra you could leave off)

no-one (no one) The dash isn’t needed in this word.

Nice job, Patricia. 🙂
Write On!


A nice little tale here well done cheers


Thanks Craig. I appreciate the input.

Raymond Tobaygo


Good afternoon, Patricia

I didn’t expect the intruder to be Glory’s best friend, Maya. Nice twist.
There was sufficient interaction between your characters. The dialogue was good and your descriptions as well. Maya must be an unique character as is Glory.

The one thing I did notice was your use of certain verbs. In several of my reading courses taken over the years, I was told that the average reader does so at a fifth grade level. The word verb (flounced), might have many readers scratching their collective heads….flounced…maybe stomped across?
stupefaction (confusion maybe?)
slatternly maybe untidy or dirty …slovenly…unkempt

devaluing my assets. (Did you mean the value of my house?.assets can be stocks, bonds, etc
escape our notice?” (hide from us?) (avoid us)

Two points of confusion for me (and it’s probably me, If the house is completely boarded, how does Glory get in and out? Does the cellar where she hides have a secret entrance to the outside?

Enjoyed the read. I always like a happy ending.

Take care and stay safe,


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