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to have and to hold from this day forward?”
“I do,” Jake leaned in and kissed Katherine on the cheek.
Smiling at the ab lib, Katherine winked. Jake continued, “Katz, before these witnesses, I vow to love you and care for you for as long as we both shall live.”
A happy tear slid down Katherine’s cheek and she squeezed his hand.
The judge continued, “The exchange of wedding rings represent the vows and promises the bride and groom have exchanged.”
Hearing the cue, Elsa opened the playroom door, and was startled to see Scout and Abra curled together on top of one of the cat trees — fast asleep. Abra was snoring.
“Scout! Abra!” Elsa called. “Wake up! Why did you go to sleep?”
Scout raised her head and muttered a mild protest. Her sapphire-blue eyes were crossed, and one fang showed.
“Hurry up, you two,” Elsa pleaded. “They’re waiting downstairs.”
The Siamese casually jumped down. Meanwhile, the other cats were waking up too. Iris had already made a beeline for the door. Lilac and Abby were running to the door, as well.
“Oh, no you don’t. Get back. Back!”
Elsa was too late. Iris escaped and streaked down the stairs. She could hear raucous laughter from below. “Oh, great, some cat sitter I am,”she said out loud . Shutting the door, she planned her next strategy.
Inside, Scout and Abra were taking their sweet time coming to the door. Meanwhile, Lilac and Abby vowed to get out, as well.
Elsa slowly opened the door again just enough to wedge her right foot in. Maybe the threat of a mild shoe-nudge would stop the feline escape. Lilac jumped over her foot, while Abby hunkered down and slithered under it. Both shot down the stairs.
Elsa glanced irritably at the seal-point sisters. “Both of you are such brats. Hope you’re having fun annoying me.”
“Ma-waugh,” Scout agreed, then slowly slinked out of the room, muttering a volley of Siamese. Once outside the playroom, Scout yawned while Abra stretched.
Elsa looked up at the ceiling, in frustration. She stooped down, grabbed Abra, and attached the wedding cape to the cat’s collar. She tugged the jeweler’s ring box from her dress pocket and placed it on the floor. Scout inched toward it.
“No, not you,” Elsa cautioned. “You’ve already got Katz’s ring for Jake on your collar. This is for Abra.”
The rehearsed plan was for Abra to trot down the stairs first with Scout following a minute later. They had practiced the routine many times, and each time the Siamese had nailed it — without any catly deviations from the plan. Until . . .
“Abra, are you ready?” Elsa whispered.
Jake called again, “Abra, bring it.”
Abra grasped the box with her V-shaped jaws. She sprinted down the steps, four-at-a-time, with such speed her cape blew backward, like Superman’s. Scout ran behind her.
Elsa, freaking out, said, “Scout, come back here. You’re not supposed to go yet.”
Scout stopped on the first landing and sassed a loud “waugh,” which seemed to say to Elsa, “Go to blazes. I’ll go when I want to go.”
Elsa threw up her hands, and said, “I give up!” She carefully walked down the stairs in her high-heeled sandals. Stopping on the bottom step, she studied the room. She spotted Iris peeking out from behind the Eastlake hall tree, but Lilac and Abby were nowhere to be seen. And Scout and Abra were missing, too. Elsa was relieved that none of the wedding guests noticed her, and that all eyes were on the happy couple.
Jake said again, “Abra, bring it to me.”
Abra came out from underneath the chair Grandpa Cokenberger was sitting on. When Grandpa felt her brush by his leg, he broke into a loud laugh. “Here,kitty, kitty.”
Abra gave a side glance of extreme distaste to the elderly man. She didn’t like being called “kitty.” She was a Siamese diva, and expected to be addressed that way.
The
“I do,” Jake leaned in and kissed Katherine on the cheek.
Smiling at the ab lib, Katherine winked. Jake continued, “Katz, before these witnesses, I vow to love you and care for you for as long as we both shall live.”
A happy tear slid down Katherine’s cheek and she squeezed his hand.
The judge continued, “The exchange of wedding rings represent the vows and promises the bride and groom have exchanged.”
Hearing the cue, Elsa opened the playroom door, and was startled to see Scout and Abra curled together on top of one of the cat trees — fast asleep. Abra was snoring.
“Scout! Abra!” Elsa called. “Wake up! Why did you go to sleep?”
Scout raised her head and muttered a mild protest. Her sapphire-blue eyes were crossed, and one fang showed.
“Hurry up, you two,” Elsa pleaded. “They’re waiting downstairs.”
The Siamese casually jumped down. Meanwhile, the other cats were waking up too. Iris had already made a beeline for the door. Lilac and Abby were running to the door, as well.
“Oh, no you don’t. Get back. Back!”
Elsa was too late. Iris escaped and streaked down the stairs. She could hear raucous laughter from below. “Oh, great, some cat sitter I am,”she said out loud . Shutting the door, she planned her next strategy.
Inside, Scout and Abra were taking their sweet time coming to the door. Meanwhile, Lilac and Abby vowed to get out, as well.
Elsa slowly opened the door again just enough to wedge her right foot in. Maybe the threat of a mild shoe-nudge would stop the feline escape. Lilac jumped over her foot, while Abby hunkered down and slithered under it. Both shot down the stairs.
Elsa glanced irritably at the seal-point sisters. “Both of you are such brats. Hope you’re having fun annoying me.”
“Ma-waugh,” Scout agreed, then slowly slinked out of the room, muttering a volley of Siamese. Once outside the playroom, Scout yawned while Abra stretched.
Elsa looked up at the ceiling, in frustration. She stooped down, grabbed Abra, and attached the wedding cape to the cat’s collar. She tugged the jeweler’s ring box from her dress pocket and placed it on the floor. Scout inched toward it.
“No, not you,” Elsa cautioned. “You’ve already got Katz’s ring for Jake on your collar. This is for Abra.”
The rehearsed plan was for Abra to trot down the stairs first with Scout following a minute later. They had practiced the routine many times, and each time the Siamese had nailed it — without any catly deviations from the plan. Until . . .
“Abra, are you ready?” Elsa whispered.
Jake called again, “Abra, bring it.”
Abra grasped the box with her V-shaped jaws. She sprinted down the steps, four-at-a-time, with such speed her cape blew backward, like Superman’s. Scout ran behind her.
Elsa, freaking out, said, “Scout, come back here. You’re not supposed to go yet.”
Scout stopped on the first landing and sassed a loud “waugh,” which seemed to say to Elsa, “Go to blazes. I’ll go when I want to go.”
Elsa threw up her hands, and said, “I give up!” She carefully walked down the stairs in her high-heeled sandals. Stopping on the bottom step, she studied the room. She spotted Iris peeking out from behind the Eastlake hall tree, but Lilac and Abby were nowhere to be seen. And Scout and Abra were missing, too. Elsa was relieved that none of the wedding guests noticed her, and that all eyes were on the happy couple.
Jake said again, “Abra, bring it to me.”
Abra came out from underneath the chair Grandpa Cokenberger was sitting on. When Grandpa felt her brush by his leg, he broke into a loud laugh. “Here,kitty, kitty.”
Abra gave a side glance of extreme distaste to the elderly man. She didn’t like being called “kitty.” She was a Siamese diva, and expected to be addressed that way.
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