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The night before the contest Isabelle invited Tara over to view George’s costumes. Tara made herself comfortable on the couch while Isabelle changed George. The first costume George came out in sent Tara into gales of laughter.

George was scowling in a pink ballerina costume complete with a gold crown on his head. His orange tail was angrily swishing slightly back and fourth and his whiskers were curled back as if in a sneer.

“Aunt Isabelle, why on earth would you choose that costume?” Tara asked while wiping tears from her eyes.

“Well you see I had a bit of a problem with the costume pattern. It seems that George is rather three times the size of an average cat. I ended up returning the cat pattern and getting a small dog one. They only had a few left in the store. Apparently there is a dog costume show planned for this month as well.”

Isabelle changed George again and brought him in to show off the second costume. George was wearing a black mask on his face and a black cape around his shoulders. His tail was twitching more violently now.

“Is he supposed to be a bandit?” Tara asked with a grin.

“Yes.” Isabelle answered trying to hold George still so Tara could get the full effect. “The costume is called masked bandit. It also comes with a small water pistol you can hang around his neck.”

The third and final costume George came out in, Tara clapped for. George wore a loose Sailor suit with matching pants, shirt, and a little hat with an elastic string under his chin to keep it on. His tail came out through a hole in the back of the costume.

George yowled angrily and jumped from Isabelle’s grasp to land on the floor. He trotted over to the corner where he licked his paws and his ruffled fur. The bits of fur that came through the costume anyway.

“I vote for that one. He makes a very handsome sailor.”

“Yes he does.” Isabelle came and sat beside Tara on the couch and they both watched George in silence for a moment.

“When does Andrew come back?” Isabelle turned and looked at Tara. “I am growing very fond of him you know.”

“Yes, well I don’t know when he will get back. He didn’t really tell me much about the case. Usually he isn’t so secretive with me.” Tara’s blue eyes looked slightly troubled and Isabelle reached out and held Tara’s hand in hers.

“Don’t worry my dear. He will be back before you know it.”

“Yes your right of course.” Tara smiled and squeezed Isabelle’s hand back, but she still did not look very convinced.

Chapter Two

Tara went with Isabelle on the morning of the contest to enter George. A lot of people turned out with cats of all different shapes and sizes. There were striped cats, tabby cats, pure bred cats, kittens, and very old cats of all different colors. The owners were different as well. There were a few men, lots of older women, and a few teenagers. Isabelle saw a few people she knew and she waved and called hello.

A tall thin woman with a rather severe black hair style directed them to a small table with the number twenty on it. She told them that a vet would be coming through to ask some questions on the animal’s breed, health, and weight. Isabelle wasted no time in dragging George out of his cage and brushing him until his orange fur nearly bristled with static electricity.

“George is going to win I just know it!” Isabelle whispered to Tara. “Look at all these underfed animals. "They don’t hold a candle to George.” Isabelle stepped proudly back and nodded her head her blue eyes sparkling as well as her head of silver curls.

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