My Cookie's M.I.A.

Cookie was kidnapped.
Catnapped actually.
We just noticed that he was missing for three days now. He never missed a meal. The last we saw him he was licking himself clean underneath some pickup, after one of his torturous bath.
So after doing some errands for dad, Nana, Ate Rose and Ate Nida went around the village teary-eyed looking and asking neighbors if they saw a brown furry cat.
I was left at home, overseeing our two Kuya's job around the house. And giving spending money if needed.
I suggested to the three that they should ask the vilage guards first.
Sure enough, one of the guards saw Cookie. He said that one of our neighbors caught him.
So after investigating and a lot of angry tears were shed, we put the story together.
Cookie, the victim of a hideous crime, started the day by trying to enter our house and bumping our legs to let the humans know that he needs to eat too like any other breathing creatures.
After eating and being satiated, he lazed around the kitchen unsuspectingly being checked by his human for bath qualification.
He was found wanting.
After some unheard wailing from him during his bath he was left in the sun to dry.
Later the said sun was gone, thus he was freed.
Later he was seen licking his balls. The last time he was seen by the owners.
Before dusk came, the victim was seen strolling around the village.
A group of unknown quantities of humans chased the said victim, thinking of keeping him for their own.
If, no one claims him, the suspects defended.
So the harassed and panicked victim went to find sanctuary.
Went to a house. Which is owned by the current main suspect.
Main suspect's accomplice said that his little brats got scared that he have to take the victim hostage.
Bull, said the victim's owner.
The Guard, the star witness of this case, was there when the heist happened.
The star witness said that he saw what happened when it all came down, Saturday night.
Sunday morning, the victim did a Houdini, said the main suspect's croony. Doing an escape a reknowned escape artist could be proud of. Victim's family went to the crime scene and investigated the cage that was used. Escaping the cage was near impossible that the victim should do a "passing through the bars" act to escape that deathtrap they call a cage.
During the interview the main suspect was sleeping due to drug usage.

After the investigation, it was assumed that the main suspect, by no small intellectual deductions, sold the victim into bondage.
So he could get high.
The fucker.