A MEOWvelous Witness (Klepto Cat Mystery Book 17) Read Online Free

demanding child support.”
    Savannah creased her brow. “Child support? What do you mean?”
    “Well, he said he paid child support toward Damon’s care for eighteen years and never got to see him. He wants all that money back.”
    “That’s ridiculous, don’t you think? I mean, I’ve never heard of such a thing, have you?”
    “No, but Craig said the guy claims to have paperwork that proves payment every month for Damon’s entire childhood and he wants $65,000 plus interest or they’ll take Damon and Iris to court.”
    “Gosh, I talked to Iris briefly today and she didn’t say anything.”
    “No, she doesn’t know about it and neither does Damon. Craig was home when Jackson called yesterday. He’s the one who talked to him. Then, I guess, they met today.” When Michael glanced up at Savannah, he asked, “What’s wrong?”
    “Oh nothing,” she said, looking a little ruffled. “But I think Colbi and I saw Craig with Damon’s father early this morning at the diner. I remarked to Colbi how much I thought that guy favored Damon.” Wide-eyed, she asked, “So that really was his father?”
    He shrugged. “I guess so.”
    “Well, that’s just an awful thing to happen. And right before their wedding, when everyone should be happy and carefree.” She laughed. “Except that Colbi seems a little overwhelmed.”
    Michael grinned. “Well, I don’t think Mr. Jackson will be bothering them for a while. Craig took care of that.”
    “Oh my gosh; what did he do?”
    “I guess he found that there were some warrants out for Mr. Jackson’s arrest, and he made a call to authorities. With any luck, Jackson will be sitting in a jail cell when Damon and Colbi say their vows.”
    “Oh good. So Iris and Damon don’t know about any of this, huh?”
    He shook his head. “I guess not.” Michael then focused on their large grey-and-white cat. “Did you forget to feed Rags?”
    “No, why?”
    “He’s begging like he’s hungry.”
    She chuckled. “No. He’s begging because he can’t resist my chicken-and-rice casserole. He wants a piece of chicken.”
    “You don’t need this,” Michael said to the cat. “It’s too spicy.”
    “Spicy?” she queried.
    “Well, you’ve obviously added salt and pepper. He doesn’t need any of that. Did you save some plain cooked chicken for him?”
    “Sure did; for the cats and for Lily,” she said getting up and fetching Rags a few pieces. Just then, she saw Buffy peer out from her pink canopy bed. “Here’s some for you, sweet kitty.” About that time, Walter sauntered into the room. She engaged the black cat and enticed him with a chicken treat.
    “What about Lexie?” Michael asked.
    “Do dogs like chicken, too?” Savannah teased, as the afghan-mix danced around her feet.
    In the meantime, Michael wiped Lily’s face and hands, then lifted her out of the highchair. “I’ll get the punkin ready for bed while you take care of the kitchen, okay?”
    “Sure. I’ll catch up with you two for a bedtime story in a few minutes.”
    Once they’d put Lily to bed, the Iveys decided to watch a movie in their bedroom.
    “What’s on your agenda for tomorrow?” Michael asked.
    Yawning, Savannah said, “I think I’ll go by the newspaper office and place an ad for all those things that have been taking up space in our shed. Antonio and I cleaned it out today when he came to plant the spring veggie garden and we found enough extra tools for someone to start their own gardening business. I’d like to sell everything together—or donate it to a worthy organization, maybe. You might want to look through it to see if there’s anything we should keep. But who needs four shovels, three pitchforks, two fertilizer spreaders, three wheelbarrows, and all that other stuff?”
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    “So you and Colbi are going shopping, are you?” Michael asked while rinsing dinner dishes the following evening.
    “Oh no, you don’t,” Savannah scolded, picking up Lily.
    “What’s our