evidently all out. But downstairs he could hear shouts and commotion and the chambermaidâs excited voice explaining to somebody. âSend for the cat catcher,â somebody called. And another voice said: âBetter take a club, Joe.â
There was an empty laundry hamper at the far end of the corridor. âHey, you cats; come out here quick!â Freddy called through the doorway; and as they trooped out he raised the lid of the hamper. âJump inâall of you!â And as they hesitated: âThe cat catcher is coming!â That and the footsteps pounding up the stairs decided them. Freddy tucked in a couple of tails, slammed down the lid of the hamper, and leaned nonchalantly against it.
Practically everybody in the hotelâclerk, manager, cook, waitresses, chambermaids, guestsâcame piling up the stairs, and, all talking at once, crowded into Freddyâs room. Nobody noticed the little old woman down at the end of the corridorâwhich was lucky, for there was a good deal of snarling going on inside the hamper, which hopped and jumped around and generally behaved as if someone was setting off fireworks inside it. And then when everybody had got into the room, Freddy quietly ran up the hall and quietly closed the door and locked them in.
Then he threw up the hamper lid. âQuietly, nowâquietly!â he said. âBe quick and follow me closely, and Iâll get you out of this.â
The cats were scared, and they followed without making any fuss. He led them down through the lobby and out a side door into an alley behind the hotel. They followed this down until they were opposite the street where Mrs. Guffin lived without seeing anybody. Then, when nobody was in sight, they made a dash for the pet shop.
There was some delay when Freddy knocked, for Leo was upstairs washing his mane. He came down with his head a white froth of soapsuds and unlocked the door. The cats were nervous when they saw him, but they all came in, with the exception of a scrawny brindled cat named Louis, who ran off and never came back.
Freddy was a little cross with Leo. âYou ought to be keeping an eye on Mrs. Guffin,â he said, âinstead of beautifying yourself. She could break down that door.â
âOh, I suppose youâre right, Freddy,â said the lion. âBut my mane was in terrible shape.â
âWell, you finish washing it in the kitchen,â Freddy said. âThereâs a spray on the faucet there, and Iâll help you. We have to hold a council of war.â He started to tell them what had happened, but Leo said: âHelp me first, Freddy. Iâll catch cold standing around with this soap on.â
So they went out in the kitchen. Leo held his head over the sink, and Freddy put the spray on and began rinsing out the soap. And of course got soapsuds in Leoâs eye. Leo let out a roar that could have been heard half a mile. He roared and shouted and shook his head, and the soapsuds flew all over the kitchen, and the spray was knocked out of Freddyâs grasp and soaked Jinx, who had been looking on with a superior grin. Jinx gave an angry screech, and the thirteen cats, who were sitting around in the shop, yowled in sympathy, the way cats do, and the puppies barked, and even the birds set up an excited twittering. Altogether there was enough noise to bring every neighbor in the block to the front door.
And, of course, got soapsuds in Leoâs eye.
It took some time to get everything quieted down. The soap had made the kitchen linoleum so slippery that nobody could stand up on it, and after Leo had tried to rinse his own head and had slipped and fallen down and cracked his chin on the edge of the sink, he went back upstairs to finish. Freddy rubbed Jinx down with a dish towel, and then he wiped the suds off his shawl and hung it up to dry.
It was while he was doing this that there was a loud knock at the front door.
âDarn that