The Open Garage Door

I know that it's been a while since my last post, but I have been busy with some of my other projects trying to get them organised.  This is another writing homework piece I wrote last November under the title The Open Garage Door.  In this piece, the characters are animals.

The police car drove down the street with the cat at the wheel and his partner, a vixen, beside him.
     The street was a normal urban neighbourhood street with the same neighbouring houses in file on both sides.  The day was a school day so all the street's younglings were nowhere to be seen, either on the lawns, on the street, or at the nearby park.
     Gliding to a halt, the cat turned off the car's engines before he and his partner went over their notes  together.
     "Just another nosey neighbour stuff again."  The vixen, Constable Redtail, was saying.
     "We are still ordered to investigate."  Sergeant Tamson replied.
     "But it's the third complaint this month."
     "And it'll be the fourth if we don't do our job."
     "It will still be a fourth regardless."
     "Oh come on."  The cat ordered as he got out of the car and put on his cap.  The vixen followed suit before they began their approach to the house ahead of them.
     The sergeant knocked on the door, then knocked after a moment of waiting.  The constable took a look through the living room window, but saw and reported nothing.
     Then there was a sound of something crashing down onto the floor in the garage to the right of the front of the house.
     Dull of caution, the two police officers approached the garage door.  Tamson checked the garage door handle, and it turned easily, clearly unlocked.  He gave Redtail a knowing look, which was returned with a nod of the head.
     Moving swiftly, Tamson turned the handle and pulled upwards and he and his partner was standing under the open garage door looking inwards together at the sight  before their astonished eyes.

I hope that you've enjoyed my piece, and I hope post again soon.