I thought Jasper might show aggression to the boy. Usually he barks more at black people. However, he seems to view this visitor as a friend. I inwardly heave a sigh of relief. Dogs are very good judges of character and he would have shown if he thought the boy was untrustworthy.
Dora seems to have overcome her sickness and is vacuuming the lounge when we get home.
I am worried about Marshmallow. I the past she has thrown up every now and then but it’s not usually a continuous process.
Lutho carries her to the car and seems to be empathetic to her. It was probably a good idea bringing him or maybe Marshmallow is too weak to put up the kind of fight she staged last time. I hope she’s going to be all right. Maybe I should have thought of bringing Fudge too. It might be a virus. When I was a little girl we had a kitten that nearly died of distemper.
The sun was setting. I watched it as I waited for Mom to come home with Snowball. I heard the sound of the car’s tyres scrunching on the gravel and I dashed out to meet them.
“Is Snowball better,” I asked. I opened the back door and lifted the lid of the cardboard box that held my beloved kitten. I had only had her for two weeks – since my twelfth birthday.
“Katherine, you must be a brave girl.” She crouched in front of me and lifted my chin so she could look in my eyes. “The vet said Snowball is a very sick kitty. He said she probably wouldn’t make it because she is so young.” She stood up and lifted her chin and got that determined look I knew so well. “I told him we would fight for our kitty. He said we must give her some egg yolk every hour in a teaspoon. If she can make it through the night she might be all right but, Sweetheart, he doesn’t think she will.”
I carried the warm scrap of fur gently in my cupped hands. “We’ll look after you, Kitty,” I said. I kissed the top of her white fur.
Mom mixed a tiny bit of brandy with an egg yolk. She gave me the bowl with a teaspoon and a timer. “Every hour you are going to give her a teaspoon of that and then set the timer for the next hour.” She looked at me as if to determine if I was responsible enough to do that. “When you go to bed, I’ll take over.
“But she’s my kitten. I have to look after her!” I felt a strength I didn’t know I had. “Please let me. “If she...