If Sarah had made a list of things she didn’t want and didn’t need, a cat would have been at the top.
But here she was, victim of her granddaughter’s pleading eyes and quivering lips, taking possession of a cat that was older, in cat years, than she was herself.
Sarah laid down the law to Misty, the cat.
No sleeping on the bed. No hairballs on the carpet. No accidents.
Misty arched her back and brushed against Sarah’s legs. Agreed.
A little later, Misty insinuated herself between Sarah and the book she was reading.
Soft purrs wakened sleeping love.