Tuna fish? Pastrami? The cat, whose name was Claire, twitched her tail but otherwise betrayed no outward signs of unrest. Ralph would never offer her such a choice. He knew Claire was allergic to tuna fish, and surely he wouldn’t suggest a repeat of Claire’s post-pastrami-flatulence they had both endured after the last party. So what was the deal?
Claire’s mind raced with possible explanations, all of them sinister, though none more than the obvious answer: Lord Cadaver must have kidnapped Ralph and replaced him with an android imposter. An android, playing the odds, would naturally offer tuna fish or pastrami to a cat of Jewish descent….
Claire had decided to join the party because she did not want to miss the governor’s karaoke rendition of “What’s new, Pussycat?” Now, of course, she had a more urgent concern. If the Ralph hosting the party was an imposter, what had Lord Cadaver done with the real Ralph – and what could Claire, a mere cat, do to save him?