Dr. Horatio Vs. the Six-Toed Cat
“Horatio vs. the Six-Toed Cat Chapter Five I promise Snowball will be fine, Mrs. Kidwell.” Doc placed a reassuring arm around the anxious woman’s shoulders. “We’re going to take good care of her.”
They stood in the clinic’s boarding area, a large space off the main hallway beyond the three small exam rooms. A rack of crates in varying sizes were secured to shelves lining two walls, and the fluffy white cat had just been deposited in a large one, the fourth and last feline to arrive for Doc’s kitty slumber party.
The middle-aged woman clutched the straps of her purse, her eyes fixed on her pet. “But she’s never been away from home overnight. What if she won’t eat?”
Judging by Snowball’s girth, he didn’t think that would be a problem. “I have a lot of experience with finicky felines,” he assured the fretful woman. “And later on today we’ll see if she wants to make a friend or two.”
He gestured toward the mellow calico in the next crate, who had stretched out sphinxlike on a cushion and r...egarded them with an unblinking green stare.MoreLess
They stood in the clinic’s boarding area, a large space off the main hallway beyond the three small exam rooms. A rack of crates in varying sizes were secured to shelves lining two walls, and the fluffy white cat had just been deposited in a large one, the fourth and last feline to arrive for Doc’s kitty slumber party.
The middle-aged woman clutched the straps of her purse, her eyes fixed on her pet. “But she’s never been away from home overnight. What if she won’t eat?”
Judging by Snowball’s girth, he didn’t think that would be a problem. “I have a lot of experience with finicky felines,” he assured the fretful woman. “And later on today we’ll see if she wants to make a friend or two.”
He gestured toward the mellow calico in the next crate, who had stretched out sphinxlike on a cushion and r...egarded them with an unblinking green stare.MoreLess
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