"Did you hear about Mrs. Thompson's missing cat?" "Missing? I thought I saw it lounging on her porch just yesterday." "That's the thing. It was there, and now it's gone. She swears someone took it." "Who would steal a cat in this town? Everyone knows everyone." "Exactly. That's why it's so strange. And you know what else? I found a tuft of orange fur near the back door this morning." "Orange fur? But Mrs. Thompson's cat is gray." "Precisely. Which means there's another cat involved, or someone planted it to throw us off." "Do you think it could be related to the break-in at the library last week?" "Maybe. Or it could be something entirely different. But I have a hunch they're connected." "Well, if anyone can figure it out, it's you. What’s your next move?" "I’m going to talk to Mr. Jenkins. He’s always out walking his dog at odd hours. Maybe he saw something." "Good idea. And I'll keep an eye on the bakery. You never know who might come in with a clue." "Thanks. And if you see anything suspicious, let me know right away." "Will do. And hey, be careful. This town's getting stranger by the day." "Don't worry. I've got a feeling we're close to cracking this."