Claws for a Cause (A Klepto Cat Mystery Book 15) by Patricia Fry Page B
Authors: Patricia Fry
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“Oh, I forgot about your flashlight. Good idea,” Savannah said, holding onto Lily while Michael crouched at the opening.
“There it is. Good Lord, he’s small…and handsome, too.”
“What’s he doing?” she asked.
“Just staring at me with wide eyes. Bring Lily here.” Once he had hold of the toddler, he said, “See the kitty? Say hi kitty. There’s a kitty in there,” he said, pointing.
Lily stooped and peered into the hole. “Ki-ki,” she said, excitedly. “Ki-ki.”
“Yes, talk to the kitty, punkin’,” he coaxed.
“Ki-ki. Ki-ki,” she repeated.
“He’s coming this way,” Michael announced quietly. “Come on, little one,” he urged. He then said, “Got him.”
Savannah picked up Lily and watched as Michael cradled the kitten in his arms. “He is a cute little thing,” she said. “Looks like Rags, only he’s black and white and has long fur. Look at those markings on his face. He’s really cute.”
“…and thin. He isn’t getting much to eat.” Michael examined the kitten briefly and announced, “He has an ugly abscess going on there. I’m surprised he’s so bright-eyed. But he does need medical attention.”
“So did you find a listing for a rescue shelter on the island?” Savannah asked.
“Yeah, in Honolulu. We’ll have to take the bus back into town, unless…”
“Unless what?” Shelly asked.
“Maybe there’s a veterinarian around here.”
“First let’s see if he wants some water,” Savannah said. She looked around for a vessel in which to pour some water from her bottle. “Ah, a paper cup.” She picked it up and tore the top half off in order to make a bowl, then poured water into it. “Show him the water, Michael.”
“Boy, is he thirsty,” he watched the kitten lap it up. “Poor little thing.”
“He’s probably hungry, too,” Shelly said. “I can find something for him to eat. There’s a grocery store across the way.”
Savannah nodded. “Good idea,” she said, while placing Lily in her stroller. “I’ll check for a veterinarian.” Pulling her phone out, she glanced around. “Where are we, anyway?”
Just then Gladys noticed a couple who looked like natives walking with a small dog. She approached them. “Where’s the closest veterinarian?” she asked. When their directions become a little complicated, she looked for something to write on, finally finding a small flyer that had blown off a bulletin board. After jotting down the information, she returned to the group. “Oh, look at that little thing gobble up its lunch,” she remarked, smiling down at the kitten.
“Yeah, he’s been food-deprived for a while,” Michael said. He then asked her, “What did you find out?”
“Okay, I think I have it. There’s a vet about fifteen miles down the road that way,” she pointed. “We hop back on the bus and get off when we see the big sign with the walrus advertising loco moco.” When Savannah and Michael looked puzzled, she added, “They said we can’t miss it. The vet’s office is in that small hamlet.”
“Okay, let’s get over to the bus stop, then,” Savannah said. “Michael, want to put him in the box?”
“Let’s see if we can find a smaller box to carry with us in case we need it, but for now he seems okay being held.”
“Let’s hope he doesn’t bolt when he sees the big bus coming,” Shelly said.
Michael thought about what she’d said. “Yeah, maybe I should wrap him in the baby’s blanket so he’ll feel more secure.”
“And maybe we won’t get kicked off the bus for having a cat,” Gladys said.
Shelly chuckled. “I don’t think that would happen. I saw a man carry on two chickens in a cage at the last stop. Did you see that?”
Savannah nodded. “Yeah, but it appears cats are low on the totem pole of revered animals around here.”
“Why do you think that?” Shelly asked.
Michael started to explain, “Well, the folks around here couldn’t care less about this cat in
“Oh, I forgot about your flashlight. Good idea,” Savannah said, holding onto Lily while Michael crouched at the opening.
“There it is. Good Lord, he’s small…and handsome, too.”
“What’s he doing?” she asked.
“Just staring at me with wide eyes. Bring Lily here.” Once he had hold of the toddler, he said, “See the kitty? Say hi kitty. There’s a kitty in there,” he said, pointing.
Lily stooped and peered into the hole. “Ki-ki,” she said, excitedly. “Ki-ki.”
“Yes, talk to the kitty, punkin’,” he coaxed.
“Ki-ki. Ki-ki,” she repeated.
“He’s coming this way,” Michael announced quietly. “Come on, little one,” he urged. He then said, “Got him.”
Savannah picked up Lily and watched as Michael cradled the kitten in his arms. “He is a cute little thing,” she said. “Looks like Rags, only he’s black and white and has long fur. Look at those markings on his face. He’s really cute.”
“…and thin. He isn’t getting much to eat.” Michael examined the kitten briefly and announced, “He has an ugly abscess going on there. I’m surprised he’s so bright-eyed. But he does need medical attention.”
“So did you find a listing for a rescue shelter on the island?” Savannah asked.
“Yeah, in Honolulu. We’ll have to take the bus back into town, unless…”
“Unless what?” Shelly asked.
“Maybe there’s a veterinarian around here.”
“First let’s see if he wants some water,” Savannah said. She looked around for a vessel in which to pour some water from her bottle. “Ah, a paper cup.” She picked it up and tore the top half off in order to make a bowl, then poured water into it. “Show him the water, Michael.”
“Boy, is he thirsty,” he watched the kitten lap it up. “Poor little thing.”
“He’s probably hungry, too,” Shelly said. “I can find something for him to eat. There’s a grocery store across the way.”
Savannah nodded. “Good idea,” she said, while placing Lily in her stroller. “I’ll check for a veterinarian.” Pulling her phone out, she glanced around. “Where are we, anyway?”
Just then Gladys noticed a couple who looked like natives walking with a small dog. She approached them. “Where’s the closest veterinarian?” she asked. When their directions become a little complicated, she looked for something to write on, finally finding a small flyer that had blown off a bulletin board. After jotting down the information, she returned to the group. “Oh, look at that little thing gobble up its lunch,” she remarked, smiling down at the kitten.
“Yeah, he’s been food-deprived for a while,” Michael said. He then asked her, “What did you find out?”
“Okay, I think I have it. There’s a vet about fifteen miles down the road that way,” she pointed. “We hop back on the bus and get off when we see the big sign with the walrus advertising loco moco.” When Savannah and Michael looked puzzled, she added, “They said we can’t miss it. The vet’s office is in that small hamlet.”
“Okay, let’s get over to the bus stop, then,” Savannah said. “Michael, want to put him in the box?”
“Let’s see if we can find a smaller box to carry with us in case we need it, but for now he seems okay being held.”
“Let’s hope he doesn’t bolt when he sees the big bus coming,” Shelly said.
Michael thought about what she’d said. “Yeah, maybe I should wrap him in the baby’s blanket so he’ll feel more secure.”
“And maybe we won’t get kicked off the bus for having a cat,” Gladys said.
Shelly chuckled. “I don’t think that would happen. I saw a man carry on two chickens in a cage at the last stop. Did you see that?”
Savannah nodded. “Yeah, but it appears cats are low on the totem pole of revered animals around here.”
“Why do you think that?” Shelly asked.
Michael started to explain, “Well, the folks around here couldn’t care less about this cat in
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