JOHANNA SAW THE STATUE of a cat
in front of a building not far from the library. Yes, she thought and prayed
the vet was still in the office. She opened the door into the waiting room.
The
woman seated behind the desk looked up. “Can I help you?”
“I
found a stray kitten,” Johanna said.
“We
don’t take strays. You can take it to the animal shelter.”
“No.
I plan to keep him, but I don’t know what I need.”
A
young man wearing a lab coat appeared in the doorway. “I’m Dr. Greene. Let me
see your friend.”
“Johanna
Gordon.” She handed him the box.
He
took the kitten out. “He’s a handsome one. What’s his name?”
She
nearly blurted Dylan. “Why?”
“For
our records.”
“Blarney .”
He
laughed. “For the restaurant.”
She
nodded. “I found him beneath one of the benches. How old is he?”
“About
six weeks,” the doctor said.
“What
do I need?”
The
young man smiled. “I’ll have Lila set you up while I check him out and give him
shots.”
A
short time later, Johanna looked at the stack of items she’d purchased. “Could
you keep him here while I run home for my car?” She handed the woman a check.
“No
problem,” the vet said. “How long will you be?”
“Fifteen
minutes at most. I live down the street.”
A
half hour later, Johanna carried the last of the many supplies needed for the
kitten into the house. She removed Blarney
from the carrier and sat on the couch. She stroked the kitten’s soft fur and
let the music whirl her into the fantasy world.
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