Chapter 13

It took me several minutes to find the scissors out there after I served the Whisker Lickin’s. Once I cut out my masterpiece for Angel, back in the living room, I tried to tempt Pocket with the long, bouncy leftover scrap—a little exercise to work off the calories he’d just consumed. The cat took only one swipe, and then refused to engage. “How did you get so lazy?” I asked plopping back onto the couch.