Chapter 292

The drawer was open, and it looked like something or someone had rummaged through Queenie's bra collection with passion. One of the lace-trimmed bras looked like it had been mauled. As Queenie stared at the lace coming undone, she knew at once that Rascal was behind it. She did not need to be an experienced cat owner to recognize the damage done by a feline's claws. So, Joshua hadn't been lying. Rascal, the devil kitten, had indeed gone through her underwear! But how did it open the drawer in the first place? Queenie tidied up the closet and shoved the drawer shut. She made up her mind to keep the closet door closed from now on, lest Rascal decided to rummage through her panties for fun. "How goes the investigation?" Joshua asked wryly when Queenie padded out of the closet. "How did it even open the drawer? Did cats evolve to have opposable thumbs?" Queenie grumbled. If she hadn't seen the evidence, she might never have believed tiny Rascal was capable of such a feat. Presently,