"Did you hear about Mrs. Thompson's cat?" "Her cat? No, what happened?" "Gone. Disappeared without a trace." "That's strange. She always kept it indoors." "Exactly. And you know what else? I found a tuft of fur behind the bakery this morning." "You're kidding. Do you think it could be related?" "Maybe. Mrs. Thompson said she heard strange noises last night." "Like what?" "Scratching and a low growl. She thought it was just raccoons." "Raccoons don't growl like that. Did she call the police?" "She did, but they said there's not much they can do about a missing cat." "Typical. Did you see anything unusual when you found the fur?" "Just a few paw prints, but they were too big for a cat." "Could it be a dog?" "Possibly, but it doesn't explain the growling." "True. Maybe we should look around after closing." "Good idea. We can start where I found the fur and see if there are any more clues." "Alright. Meet you here at eight?" "Eight it is. And bring a flashlight." "Got it. Let's hope we find something that helps Mrs. Thompson." "Agreed. Poor woman, she's been through enough already." "Yes, she has. See you tonight." "See you then."