The Heights, the Depths, and Everything in Between by Sally Nemeth

Author:Sally Nemeth [Nemeth, Sally]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-0-307-77024-0
Publisher: Random House Children's Books
Published: 2010-12-15T00:00:00+00:00

Three kittens were left: a calico with yellow eyes, a tiger stripe with green eyes, and a solid black with orange eyes.

“That little calico is the spitting image of Callie here,” said Mr. Lukens, Callie draped across his shoulders like a mink stole.

“She’s a really pretty kitty,” I said, watching Gary as he played with the black kitten, making it leap and box at his wiggling fingers.

“And that stripy one reminds me of your own little guy.”

“Me too.”

“I don’t know about you, but since Rex passed I can’t even think of having a dog looks anything like him.”

“Yeah. I don’t think I want the tiger stripe.”

“How about this one?” asked Gary, snagging the jetblack kitten by the scruff of his neck and holding him up for us to see.

“Oh, that little guy,” sighed Mr. Lukens. “I’m having a heck of a time giving him away. Don’t anybody want a black cat, especially coming up on Halloween.”

“I do. I want him,” I blurted out.

“You sure?” Gary asked, handing the kitten to me. “I was only asking. I don’t mean for you to take him if you think you want the other one.”

“Someone else will take that pretty calico home. But no one wants this little guy, so he’s coming home with me.”

“Atta girl. Folks are too darned superstitious about black cats if you ask me. I’ve always thought they were good luck myself.”

“How’s that?” asked Gary.

“Well, one night some years back I was driving home late, coming up on the railroad tracks. I was sleepy, but I swear to Pete there wasn’t any signal. All of a sudden, this black cat goes streaking across the road right in front of my truck. I slam on the brakes so I don’t run him over, and damned if right then, a train don’t come barreling down them tracks. I’d have been smashed to smithereens for sure.”

“For real?” said Gary in amazement.

“It’s the God’s honest truth. That black cat saved my life.”

I held the black kitten in front of my face, looking him straight in his pumpkin orange eyes. And then I knew for sure.

“Lucky,” I said. “You’re my kitten, and that’s your name.”

“A black cat named Lucky,” said Gary, smiling. “That’s way cool.”

Way cool. Gary Geary actually said that something I did was way cool. It was dumb, but I felt like I’d won a grand prize or something. Lucky purred away, looking up at me with his jack-o’-lantern eyes, his tickly tail swishing back and forth against my bare arm. Lucky was the way coolest cat ever.

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