Meow and Forever: A Klepto Cat Mystery (Klepto Cat Mysteries Book 40) by Patricia Fry

Author:Patricia Fry [Fry, Patricia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Matilija Press
Published: 2019-12-23T22:00:00+00:00

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“So, how did it go?” Michael asked that evening while he watched Savannah put a salad together for dinner.

“It was interesting,” she said. “The residents loved interacting with the cats.”

“So Rags didn’t cause any trouble?” he asked.

She grinned sheepishly. “I wouldn’t say that.”

“Uh-oh,” Michael muttered. “What happened? Should I sit down for this?”

“No,” she said, handing him a bowl of vegetable scraps. “How about putting these in the garbage?”

“Well, what happened?” he asked seconds later, returning the bowl to her.

Savannah glanced toward the living room where her mother was helping the children put away their toys. “I think Mom and the kids would enjoy the stories, so let’s wait. In fact, dinner’s ready. Want to tell them to get washed up?”

“What are we having?” he asked.

“Chicken cutlets, baked potatoes, green beans, and salad.” “Sounds good.” He called, “The show’s about to begin. Come take your seat.”

“Huh?” Gladys said. “What show?”

“Are we going to see a movie, Daddy?” Lily asked, running to join him.

“No, punkin. Mommy’s going to tell us a story. Now get washed up; it’s time to eat.” He picked up Teddy. “Let’s get you washed.”

“Grammy already washed me,” Lily said.

“I did?” Gladys asked.

Lily nodded. “Yes. Remember, I almost fell off my stool.”

She giggled. “You said, ‘oopsie,’ Grammy. ‘Oopsie.’”

Gladys smiled down at the child. “Yes, I remember. That was before lunch. I imagine those little hands have picked up some dirt and germs since lunchtime.”

Lily stared inquisitively at her hands. “They have? Where? They don’t look dirty.”

“Come on,” Gladys said, “I’ll help you wash.”

Before Gladys could leave the room with Lily, there was a rap at the door and Margaret stepped inside. She complained, “I thought you were supposed to keep the house locked up.”

“Yes,” Savannah said sheepishly, “when Michael’s not here.”

Margaret glanced at Michael as he washed Teddy’s hands. “Yeah, what’s he going to do—give the intruder a vaccination, or maybe neuter him?” “Oh, Maggie,” Gladys said, “that’s crude.”

“I thought it was funny,” Michael said, chuckling. He spoke more seriously, “But don’t forget, Maggie, I have a baseball bat.”

Margaret grinned at him. “Yeah, have you ever used it?”

“Sure I have,” he insisted. “I batted sponge balls around at the park for the kids and Lexie a couple of times.”

Margaret smirked playfully at him.

“So what brings you out this time of night?” Savannah asked.

“It’s not late,” Margaret said.

“Well, it’s dinnertime.”

“For you, maybe. I ate a late lunch and Max is at a meeting, so I thought I’d come by and see how things went at the nursing home today.” She shimmied. “And I have news I can’t wait to share.”

“You’re just in time to hear Savannah’s report,” Michael said.

Savannah nodded. “Yeah. Join us. Want a plate? It’s chicken cutlets. I’ll share my baked potato with you.”

“I might have some of that salad. That’s a good-looking salad.”

Savannah set a place for her aunt. “So what’s your news, Auntie?”

“Oh, just that I visited Iris’s—what does she call it? A volcano? A whirligig? A…”

“Oh, that vortex?” Savannah corrected.

“Yeah.”

“Did you feel anything?” Savannah asked.

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