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How the Cats Took Care of Complaints

          Fiedler swiveled around to the desk and began stuffing tobacco into
        a short briar pipe. “Oh,” he said offhandedly, “I haven’t been in touch
        with him personally for quite some time. But I heard about it, so to
        speak, through the grapevine.”
          And Fiedler smiled and glanced down at the carpet between the two
        men. Bertrand followed his gaze, and noticed for the first time a small
        black  cat  sitting  on  its  haunches.  It  must  have  some  percentage  of
        Korat in it, Bertrand observed, with those long legs and big ears. The
        cat had been looking at Fiedler, but swung its head around to regard
        Bertrand intently when he began to speak.
          “Well,  ah,  be  that  as  it  may,  I  have  taken  over  his  desk,  and  in
        clearing up the loose papers he left behind, I found a few things I felt
        it was my responsibility to follow up on.”
          He  did  not  meet  the  eyes  of  Fiedler—or  of  the  cat—after  those
        words, but rather busied himself with opening his briefcase.
          “Though  not  the  tidiest  man,  Mr.  Sorenson  did  keep  almost
        everything that came to him, even when he took no action. I found
        these—” he brandished a bulging document folder—“stuffed way in
        the back of his top drawer. The oldest dates back four years. The most
        recent—well, here it is, received only three months ago.”
          Bertrand snapped his briefcase closed and looked across at Fiedler,
        who had gotten his pipe going.
          “And what is the nature of these documents, if I may ask?” he said,
        his features obscured briefly by a pungent puff of smoke.
          “They are complaints, sir,” replied Bertrand stiffly, “received from
        neighbors  who  charge  that  you  are  mistreating  animals—cats,
        specifically. And cats are all that I have seen here. I know,” he added
        hastily, “that you are outside the city limits and there is no law against
        you keeping as many animals as you like. But if you are harming any of
        them, it is well within the jurisdiction of the Society—”
          Fiedler held up his hand, silencing the other man.
          “Please,  Mr.  Bertrand,  please.  Before  we  get  into  these
        accusations—which  I  assure  you  are  completely  false,  and  let  me
        assure you that I share your concern for the well-being of our fellow-
        creatures—first let  me  tell  you about the foundation. Perhaps while
        we  are  talking,  some  of  the  cats  will  come  in  and  show  you  for
        yourself that they are in excellent condition. Mrr-mrr waorr.”

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