“Did you hear about Mrs. Thompson’s cat?” “Which one? The one that thinks it’s a dog or the one that’s always getting stuck in trees?” “The one that thinks it’s a dog! Apparently, it chased a squirrel right into the middle of the street. Mrs. Thompson nearly had a heart attack.” “Goodness! I can just picture her waving her arms like a windmill. Did the cat get run over?” “No, thankfully. It just sat there, looking confused, while the squirrel made a clean getaway. But you know what that means, right?” “What? That Mrs. Thompson needs to keep her cat on a leash?” “No, silly! It means there’s a new mystery in town. Why is that cat acting like a dog?” “Maybe it’s just trying to fit in. You know how the neighborhood pets are. They all have their quirks.” “True, but I can’t help but wonder if there’s something more to it. Like, what if it’s a sign?” “A sign? From the cat? Now you’re really reaching.” “Hey, you never know! Maybe it’s trying to tell us something about the old mill down the road.” “Or maybe it just wants a treat. Speaking of which, do you have any of those blueberry muffins left?”