Page 68 of Boss' Mate
The cat wants her lunch too, and I am of course obliged to provide. She leaps up on the counter and starts eating, purring furiously. Her long pale fur will need a brush again soon, I makea mental note to myself. And perhaps a vet check. She’s almost nine years old, after all.
“She’s so funny,” Henry grins at me as I feed her.
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah,” he says. “She’s not like the other cats.”
“Well, that’s because she’s a special breed,” I say, scratching her lightly between the ears.
“You and Dad brought her from America, right?”
“Mhm, we did,” I say. “Get your sleeve out of the sauce, please.”
Henry loves hearing the story. I don’t know why. Maybe deep down he understands the significance of the creature we decided to offer a home to. Or maybe he just likes cats.
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