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recorded books presents an unabridged recording of the cat who talked to ghosts by Lillian Jackson Braun narrated by George Waddell this book is copyrighted 1990 by Lillian Jackson Braun this recording is copyrighted 2003 by recorded books Mrs Cobb Jim quillarin's old housekeeper calls him for help it seems there are unearthly noises emanating from her antique-filled farmhouse when quillarine finally arrives it is too late was Mrs Cobb actually frightened to death Coco quiller and Siamese cat seems rather spooked and now the cat who talked to ghosts chapter one Jim quillarin is a very rich man the richest individual in Moose County to be exact moose County as everyone knows claims to be 400 miles north of everywhere a remote rock-bound Outpost comfortably distanced from the crime traffic and pollution of densely populated urban areas to the South the natives have a chauvinistic scorn for what they call down below before quillarine inherited his enormous wealth he had been a journalist down below covering the crime beat on major newspapers for 25 years his name spelled with the unconventional qw and his photograph distinguished by a luxuriant mustache were known to Millions then at the uneasy age of 50. he became heir to the klingenschen fortune and retired to Moose County currently he lives quite simply in pickaxe City the county seat population 3000. sharing a modest bachelor apartment with two Siamese cats writing a column for the local newspaper driving an energy efficient car dating a librarian and ignoring the fact that he owns half of moose County and a substantial chunk of New Jersey the tall husky man with a prominent mustache is frequently seen riding a bicycle in pickaxe dining in restaurants and going into the second-hand bookstore he reads much and although his mournful eyes and drooping mustache give his countenance an aspect of sadness he has found contentment not surprisingly quillarine has retained his interest in crime possessing a Natural Curiosity and a journalist's cynicism that consent miss doing like a cat sniffing a mouse recently he was haunted by private suspicions following an incident that others accepted as a whim of fate the initial circumstances are best related in his own words he recorded the following on tape shortly after his midnight ride to North Middle hammock I knew the telephone was about to ring I knew it a full 10 seconds before it interrupted the First Act of Othello it was a Sunday night in early October and I was in my pajamas taking it easy listening to an opera cassette that Polly Duncan had brought me from England the Siamese also were taking it easy although not necessarily listening Coco was on the coffee table sitting tall and swaying slightly with a glazed expression in his slanted blue eyes Opera puts him in a trance yum yum was curled up on my lap with her paws covering her ears a feline commentary on Verdi No Doubt I'm not a...