Carole Douglas - Cat in a Midnight Choir

And there is my partner in crime writing, Miss Carole Nelson Douglas, who appears to revel in showing us guys in a less than flattering light.

Is there a hidden message here? Is this some feminist, humanist tract that I have innocently become entoiled in?

I get to do the dirty work! Do you hear me? Little dolls are supposed to stand on the sidelines and cheer me on. Or swoon at my approach when I deign to make it.

From now on, it is sheaths off.

I am the alpha element here, not to mention the titular hero.

(I like that word “titular.” It means the whole enchilada is named after me. Not literally. Aw, now it is getting complicated. Dames must be at work again.)

Of course, when I think about it, that only means that someone else did the naming, and what can be bestowed, can be taken away.

Still, it cannot hurt to reestablish my territory.

I am feline, hear me roar!

Hark? Is that an echo?

Oops. It is Osiris, joining in from across town.

I guess we Big Guys did our part, and we have to give the little ladies a solo bow now and then.

It does not really mean anything.

Unless the little ladies take offense.

Very best fishes,

Midnight Louie, Esq.

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Carole Nelson Douglas Joins the Choir

I totally agree with you this time, Louie.

Don’t look so surprised. We are in this together.

Frankly, you underestimate your achievements. You’re the one who finally tracked down the connection between the murder of Professor Jeff Mangel and the symbol of the Synth. You’re the one who found the hidden nest at Los Muertos and Hyacinth and who-knows-what other connections to ongoing villainy.

You managed to call help to Temple’s aid, even if it was pretty unappetizing help, and you sprang Midnight Louise from durance vile. She was pretty helpless until you came back on the scene, you know. Just because she and Hyacinth got into a little cat fight at the end doesn’t steal your thunder, Louie.

Besides, I thought you macho guys got a kick from watching girls go at it in the ring.

Honestly. Dudes. You can’t live with them and you can’t live without them.

B UT WHO WOULD WANT TO ? L IVE WITHOUT THEM, I MEAN.

I THINK.

eBook Info

Title:

Cat in a Midnight Choir

Creator:

Carole Nelson Douglas

Date:

2002

Type:

novel

Format:

text/html

Identifier:

0-312-70619-7

Source:

PDF

Language:

en

Relation:

None

Coverage:

None

Rights:

Copyright © 2002 by Carole Nelson Douglas

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Table of Contents

Previously in

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

Chapter 45

Chapter 46

Chapter 47

Chapter 48

Chapter 49

Chapter 50

Chapter 51

Tailpiece