Chapter 9

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For the first couple of days, Caiden actually did as ordered and took it easy. By day three, he was getting cabin fever so, remembering his idea about getting a pet—to wit, a cat—to keep him company, he went to the nearest animal shelter.

“Holy shit,” Caiden muttered when one of the assistants at the shelter took him into the room holding the cats. It was large, with aisles and aisles of cages. “Why so many?”

“Because stupid people won’t spay or neuter their pets,” the woman replied with some asperity. “Since we’re a no-kill shelter…” She sighed.

Caiden understood her frustration as he wandered from cage to cage. There were cats of all sizes and ages, most of them looking at him with what, to him, seemed like yearning.

Then he turned the corner and saw a large black cat cowering at the back of its cage.

“What’s with him?” he asked the woman.