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and scratched vigorously under her chin. The kitten relaxed, forgetting me and stretching its neck so Jax
could get just the right spot.
I took a slow breath.As in Tyrannosaurus rex? Great. Just freaking great.
I want to keep her, Jax said, and the kitten sank down and began to purr, tiny sharp claws kneading in
and out and eyes closed.
It s a cat.Boy, you couldn t slip anything past me tonight. Jax, I said persuasively, and the small pixy
bristled.
I m not leaving her! he said. I would have frozen my first night if it wasn t for her. She s been keeping
me warm, and if I leave, that mean old witch who owns the place will find her again and call the pound. I
heard her say so!
I glanced from the kitten to Jenks. He looked like he was hyperventilating, and I took his arm in case he
was going to pass out. Jax, you can t keep her.
She s mine! Jax protested. I ve been feeding her butterfly pupa, and she s been keeping me warm.
She won t hurt me. Look!
Jenks almost had a coronary when his son flitted back and forth before the kitten, enticing her to take a
shot at him. The kitten s white tip of a tail twitched and her hindquarters quivered.
Jax! Jenks shouted, scooping him up out of danger as Rex s paw came out.
My heart jumped into my throat, and it was all I could do to not reach for him too.
Dad, let me go! Jax exclaimed, and he was free, flitting over our heads, the kitten watching with a
nerve-racking intensity.
Jenks visably swallowed. The cat saved my son s life, he said, shaking. We aren t leaving it here to
starve or die at the pound.
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Jenks& I protested, watching Rex pace under Jax s flitting path, her head up and her steps light.
Someone will take her in. Look how sweet she is. I clasped my hands so I wouldn t pick her up.
Sure, I said, my resolve weakening when Rex fell over to look cute and harmless, her little white belly
in the air. She s all soft and sweet now, but she s going to get bigger. And then there will be yelling. And
screaming. And soft kitty fur in my garden.
Jenks frowned. I m not going to keep her. I ll find a home for her. But she saved my son s life, and I
won t let her starve here.
I shook my head, and while Jax cheered, his father gingerly scooped the kitten up. Rex gave a token
wiggle before settling into the crook of his arm. Jenks had her both safe and secure as if she was a
child.
Let me take her, I said, holding out my hands.
I ve got her okay. Jenks s angular face was pale, making him look as if he was going to pass out. Jax,
it s cold out. Get in Ms. Morgan s purse until we get to the motel.
Hell no! Jax said, shocking me as he lit on my shoulder. I m not going to ride in no purse. I ll be fine
with Rex. Tink s diaphragm, Dad. Where do you think I ve been sleeping for the last four days?
Tink s diaph Jenks sputtered. Watch your mouth, young man.
This was not happening.
Jax dropped down to snuggle in the hollow of Rex s tummy, almost disappearing in the soft kitten fur.
Jenks took several breaths, his shoulders so tense you could crack eggs on them.
We have to go, I whispered. We can talk about this later.
Jenks nodded, and with the wobbling pace of a drunk made his way to the front of the exhibit, Jenks
holding the kitten and me opening doors. The scent of books and carpet made the air smell dead as we
crept into the gift shop. I fearfully looked for flashing red and blue lights outside, relieved at finding only a
comforting darkness and a quiet cobble street.
I said nothing when Jenks awkwardly got his wallet out from his back pocket with one hand and left
every last dollar of cash I had given him on the counter. He nodded respectfully to the camera behind the
mirror, and we left as we had come in.
We didn t see anyone on the way back to the parking lot, but I didn t take one good breath until the van
door slammed shut behind me. Fingers shaking, I started the engine, carefully backing up and finding my
way to the strip.
Rache, Jenks said, eyes on the kitten in his arms as he broke his conspicuous silence. Can we stop at
that grocery store and pick up some cat food? I ve got a coupon.
And so it begins,I thought, mentally adding a litter pan and litter. And a can opener. And a little saucer
for water. And maybe a fuzzy mouse or ten.
I glanced at Jenks out of the corner of my eye, his smooth, long fingers gentling the fur between Rex s
ears as the kitten purred loud enough to be heard over the van. Jax was cuddled between her paws,
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sleeping the sleep of the exhausted. A misty smile came over me and I felt myself relax. We d get rid of
her as soon as we found a good home.
Ri-i-i-i-ight.
Ten
He s fine, I said into my cell phone, stomach tight as Rex stalked Jax across the bed. The pixy was
sitting dejectedly on the lamp shade, his feet swinging while his dad lectured him.
How did you find him so quick? Kisten asked, his voice thin and tiny from too many towers between
us.
I took a breath to tell Jenks about the cat, but he bent without slowing his harangue to scoop up the
orange ball of warrior-in-training and hold her close, soothing her into forgetting what she was doing. My
held breath escaped and I paused to remember what I had been saying.
He was at a butterfly exhibit. I twisted in my seat by the curtained window, aiming the battered remote
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