Previously on Sherlock Herms… Monkey Business!
Dori asked, “Did yoo know about writing children’s books when Mom wrote Finding Mya?”
I thought about it. “No.”
“Did yoo know about family dysfunction and Christmas folklore when she wrote Kringle?”
I swallowed hard. “No!” Feeling a panic attack coming on, I grabbed my floofy tail for something to hold onto. “Does this mean I haven’t been her mews all along?”
Dori placed her paws on either side of my face. “It means all yoo have to be is you in order to inspire her stowies. That’s all a mews does.”
“Well said, my little sweetheart.” Charley sat on the sunroom couch, smiling.
I stared at them both. “But… I have inattentional blindness! And you’re wrong, Charley. It is a disease. It has 99,500 links listed on Google. It’s a full-blown epidemic. I can never be like Sherlock Holmes if I have a disease!”
Charley sighed. “Herman, only Holmes can be Holmes.”
Dori tugged on my arm. “Yoo don’t need to be another Shewlock Holmes. Yoor Shewlock Hewms. Not the same. Diffewent.”
“I’m not saying you cannot be a most excellent detective,” Charley continued, but I’d tuned him out. Dori too. Clearly the ability to pay attention to one thing at a time applies to listening as well.
With the hum of Charley’s and Dori’s voices shifted to background noise…like the dishwasher running… I turned back to the window to focus on the bird sitting on the birdbath. Then I shifted my attention to Candy’s reflection in the glass.
I saw Candy stretch her legs as she sighed in her sleep.
I saw Dori exchanging opinions with Charley as to why I should give up my dream of being like Sherlock Holmes.
Something caught my attention. Charley looked solid to me. Not ghost-like, as though he was still alive.
I also saw something in the window’s reflection that made the fur on my neck stand up! Read More