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funny?”
Margaret tried to speak, but was laughing too hard by then.
“What’s funny?” Max asked as he stepped into the kitchen, his newest volunteer following behind him.
“It appears that Rags has been tiptoeing through the lingerie,” Savannah said, still laughing.
Max grinned and shook his head slowly. “Will ya look at that? How’d that happen?”
“It’s the harness you have on him,” Sam said angrily. “See how dangerous it can be?” He walked toward the cat, who was draped in a lavender negligee.
“I’ll get it,” Margaret said, quickly darting toward Rags, who just as quickly ran into the other room.
“He wants to wear it,” Savannah said, still laughing. “Maybe he’s become a cross-dresser.”
“Not in my clothes, he’s not,” Margaret snapped, continuing to pursue the cat.
“That’s sick,” Sam said under his breath.
“What?” Max asked, furrowing his brow.
“Making fun of your cat. That’s sick,” he said. “Animals deserve respect.”
Max put his hand on the young man’s shoulder. “I’m glad to hear you say that. You’re so right. Animals do deserve respect. I’m sorry that we appear to be disrespecting Rags.” He chuckled. “But you have to admit, he does look funny peering through the lace on Maggie’s nightie.”
“Got it,” Margaret called from the living room. “Vannie, can I take the harness off him?”
Savannah nodded. “Sure.” She turned toward the young man and asked, “Do you have pets, Sam?”
He looked down at his feet. “No. Can’t have any in our apartment, plus, my dad says we can’t afford no animals.” He grinned a little. “I have lizards in my room for sleepovers sometimes.” He became serious again. “But I always turn them loose in the morning.”
“For sleepovers, huh?” Max said, grinning.
“Yeah, and our neighbor has a dog I get to take to the dog park sometimes. He’s a yellow lab.” He glanced at Savannah. “Know what they look like?”
Savannah nodded.
“Here, I have a picture of him,” he said, pulling a cell phone from his baggy jeans pocket. “His name’s Scout.”
“And you get to come here and hang out with a lot of cats,” Margaret said, when she returned to the kitchen.
The boy nodded.
“Do you go to school?” Savannah asked.
“Yeah, a continuation school. I do a lot of the work at home, but I go to class a few mornings a week. I might graduate ahead of my class,” he said proudly.
“Then what?” Savannah asked.
His eyes lit up. “I want to have a ranch where animals of all kinds can live free.” He glanced at Max. “…without cages.”
Max and Savannah exchanged looks, then Max put his arm across the boy’s shoulder. “Well, Sam, I like the way you think.”
“Yeah,” Margaret said, “but you need to know a lot about animal behavior and instincts before you can successfully manage that sort of sanctuary.”
“I know what animals want,” he said, defiantly.
“Well, let’s go to the computer, shall we?” Max invited. “There are a couple of programs I want you to check out.”
“Whatever you say, Mr. Sheridan.” The boy ran his hand along Rags’s back as he and Max walked past the cat toward a small office in the back of the house.
“Wow, what a big chip that kid has on his shoulder,” Margaret said.
“And a big heart for animals,” Savannah added. “Interesting mix.” She asked, “Hey, can you go with me tomorrow to Straley? I want to visit that big party store and pick up some plates, napkins, table cloths, and stuff.”
“Sure,” Margaret said. “What time?”
“I’ll pick you up around ten.”
****
The following day, Savannah pulled up to Margaret’s and Max’s house just before ten with the baby in the backseat.
“Hi, you two,” Margaret said as she slipped into the front passenger seat. “How is everyone?”
“Good. How about you?” Savannah asked. “Any more problems last night?”
“No. Of course, I’m not getting much
Margaret tried to speak, but was laughing too hard by then.
“What’s funny?” Max asked as he stepped into the kitchen, his newest volunteer following behind him.
“It appears that Rags has been tiptoeing through the lingerie,” Savannah said, still laughing.
Max grinned and shook his head slowly. “Will ya look at that? How’d that happen?”
“It’s the harness you have on him,” Sam said angrily. “See how dangerous it can be?” He walked toward the cat, who was draped in a lavender negligee.
“I’ll get it,” Margaret said, quickly darting toward Rags, who just as quickly ran into the other room.
“He wants to wear it,” Savannah said, still laughing. “Maybe he’s become a cross-dresser.”
“Not in my clothes, he’s not,” Margaret snapped, continuing to pursue the cat.
“That’s sick,” Sam said under his breath.
“What?” Max asked, furrowing his brow.
“Making fun of your cat. That’s sick,” he said. “Animals deserve respect.”
Max put his hand on the young man’s shoulder. “I’m glad to hear you say that. You’re so right. Animals do deserve respect. I’m sorry that we appear to be disrespecting Rags.” He chuckled. “But you have to admit, he does look funny peering through the lace on Maggie’s nightie.”
“Got it,” Margaret called from the living room. “Vannie, can I take the harness off him?”
Savannah nodded. “Sure.” She turned toward the young man and asked, “Do you have pets, Sam?”
He looked down at his feet. “No. Can’t have any in our apartment, plus, my dad says we can’t afford no animals.” He grinned a little. “I have lizards in my room for sleepovers sometimes.” He became serious again. “But I always turn them loose in the morning.”
“For sleepovers, huh?” Max said, grinning.
“Yeah, and our neighbor has a dog I get to take to the dog park sometimes. He’s a yellow lab.” He glanced at Savannah. “Know what they look like?”
Savannah nodded.
“Here, I have a picture of him,” he said, pulling a cell phone from his baggy jeans pocket. “His name’s Scout.”
“And you get to come here and hang out with a lot of cats,” Margaret said, when she returned to the kitchen.
The boy nodded.
“Do you go to school?” Savannah asked.
“Yeah, a continuation school. I do a lot of the work at home, but I go to class a few mornings a week. I might graduate ahead of my class,” he said proudly.
“Then what?” Savannah asked.
His eyes lit up. “I want to have a ranch where animals of all kinds can live free.” He glanced at Max. “…without cages.”
Max and Savannah exchanged looks, then Max put his arm across the boy’s shoulder. “Well, Sam, I like the way you think.”
“Yeah,” Margaret said, “but you need to know a lot about animal behavior and instincts before you can successfully manage that sort of sanctuary.”
“I know what animals want,” he said, defiantly.
“Well, let’s go to the computer, shall we?” Max invited. “There are a couple of programs I want you to check out.”
“Whatever you say, Mr. Sheridan.” The boy ran his hand along Rags’s back as he and Max walked past the cat toward a small office in the back of the house.
“Wow, what a big chip that kid has on his shoulder,” Margaret said.
“And a big heart for animals,” Savannah added. “Interesting mix.” She asked, “Hey, can you go with me tomorrow to Straley? I want to visit that big party store and pick up some plates, napkins, table cloths, and stuff.”
“Sure,” Margaret said. “What time?”
“I’ll pick you up around ten.”
****
The following day, Savannah pulled up to Margaret’s and Max’s house just before ten with the baby in the backseat.
“Hi, you two,” Margaret said as she slipped into the front passenger seat. “How is everyone?”
“Good. How about you?” Savannah asked. “Any more problems last night?”
“No. Of course, I’m not getting much
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