Chapter 4

“I’ll hold the cat during the service.” When Del reached for my carrier, there in the large church’s arched entryway, I hissed. I could be jerky, too, and had no problem showing my true feeling. The place was so big, and, so far, rather empty, which caused my objection to echo.

“I don’t think that would go over very well,” Baily said.

“With whom? My grandmother?”

“With Ginger.”

“She’s a cat.” Del reached out again. “Cats do what they’re told.”

What cat ever? And I’m a he.

“Your call, Ginger,” Baily told me, bringing the carrier’s mesh part to his sweet, loving face. “You want Mr. Swann to hold you?”

When turned in that direction, I hissed again.

“Fine.” Del was wise to pull back his hand. “She’ll have to get used to me eventually.”

For the last time, moron, I’m a he!