Logan cradled the scraggly tabby as
lovingly as he would a long-haired Angora primped and ready for show.
He took her out to the reception
area as he gently cooed, “Let’s go see your mama and tell her you have to stay
overnight. A night of peace is what you need, Bellisima. It’s convincing Mrs.
Silverstein that’s going to be tough.”
He plastered a smile on his face
before facing the Cat Lady as
everyone affectionately called her.
That done and after sending a
softly weeping Cat Lady away--probably to find yet another stray to bring to
him-- he went to the back scratching the cat’s ears.
“Simone, Bellisima needs rest. Could you....?” He froze in his tracks gaping at the last
person he expected to see here at his vet office.
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