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Authors: Mariah Stewart
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slept like the proverbial log, and awakened refreshed.
She padded on bare feet into the living area and found Patsy gazing out the back window.
“Morning, Pats.”
“Morning, Gen.” Patsy turned from the window, grinning, and added, “I do believe you just set a new record.”
“For. . . ?”
“Most hours slept under this roof.”
“What time is it?” Genna frowned.
“Almost nine.”
“Nine o’clock? I slept until nine o’clock?”
“Imagine that! Why, what is this world coming to?” Patsy laughed, and patted Genna on the back. “You must have needed the sleep, honey.”
“I can’t remember the last time I slept until nine.” Genna scratched at a mosquito bite on her upper arm. “And I was dead to the world, too. The last thing I remember is listening to the crickets and every once in a while, a splash from the lake.”
Genna stretched her arms over her head and yawned.
“You go on and get your shower,” Patsy told her, “and I’ll fix you something good for breakfast.”
“Oh, yum,” Genna grinned. “Surprise me?”
“Sure thing.” Patsy folded her arms over her chest and watched Genna amble off to the bathroom at the end of the hall.
“She’s too thin,” Patsy mumbled as she went into the kitchen and took out the last of the eggs and a carton of milk. “She’s not eating right, I just know it. No time to cook, no time to eat, no time to sleep.”
Patsy searched a cupboard for a frying pan.
“Well, not while she’s under my roof,” Patsy continued her dialogue. “When my girl is home, she’ll be well fed and well rested. Sunshine and good food and sleep. We’ll fix her right up, won’t we, Kermit?”
Patsy addressed the cat that had appeared at the back door and announced himself with a practiced yowl.
“You come on in, now.” Patsy opened the door and the large orange cat sauntered in. “I suppose you’re hungry, too.”
Patsy leaned down and rubbed the cat under the chin,and he thanked her by batting at her hand with a large, flat paw. She batted back at him playfully with a spatula, and he reached for it with both of his front paws.
“Ah, no time to play right now,” Patsy told him. “You go see what I left in your bowl. I have breakfast to make for Genna.”
Kermit sniffed at his bowl, then walked imperiously into the living room.
“Might I suppose you already ate?” Patsy called after him. “I hope it wasn’t one of the birds, though. I hate it when you do that. And besides, if you don’t eat your kitty food, how am I to know if you’ve eaten at all? I can’t give you your insulin unless you have something in that old stomach of yours. . .”
“Who are you talking to?” Genna, wrapped in a large white towel, stepped out of the bathroom and into the short hallway that led into the kitchen.
“That diabetic old tom of yours,” Patsy waved the spatula. “He’s been out catting around and I don’t know if he’s found something to snack on or not. He hasn’t had his insulin since last night, and you know what happens when he doesn’t get his shots on a regular basis.”
Patsy shivered, recalling the last time that Kermie had had a seizure. They’d almost lost him that time.
Genna walked into the living room and spied the cat who’d found a spot of sunlight and was now curled in its warmth.
“There you are.” Genna knelt down next to the cat she had named after the famous frog, because even as a kitten, Kermit’s back feet had been enormous. “Thought you’d sneak in and try to make me think you’d been here all night, did you?”
Genna heard the sound of a camera’s shutter behind her.
“Patsy, would you put that damned thing away?”
“No.” Patsy replied. “It’s a nice shot, you there on the floor with Kermie.”
“Wearing nothing but a towel and some extraneous body hair that I was planning on shaving off,” Genna stretched one leg out in front of her and inspected it.
“Not to worry, I didn’t have it on
She padded on bare feet into the living area and found Patsy gazing out the back window.
“Morning, Pats.”
“Morning, Gen.” Patsy turned from the window, grinning, and added, “I do believe you just set a new record.”
“For. . . ?”
“Most hours slept under this roof.”
“What time is it?” Genna frowned.
“Almost nine.”
“Nine o’clock? I slept until nine o’clock?”
“Imagine that! Why, what is this world coming to?” Patsy laughed, and patted Genna on the back. “You must have needed the sleep, honey.”
“I can’t remember the last time I slept until nine.” Genna scratched at a mosquito bite on her upper arm. “And I was dead to the world, too. The last thing I remember is listening to the crickets and every once in a while, a splash from the lake.”
Genna stretched her arms over her head and yawned.
“You go on and get your shower,” Patsy told her, “and I’ll fix you something good for breakfast.”
“Oh, yum,” Genna grinned. “Surprise me?”
“Sure thing.” Patsy folded her arms over her chest and watched Genna amble off to the bathroom at the end of the hall.
“She’s too thin,” Patsy mumbled as she went into the kitchen and took out the last of the eggs and a carton of milk. “She’s not eating right, I just know it. No time to cook, no time to eat, no time to sleep.”
Patsy searched a cupboard for a frying pan.
“Well, not while she’s under my roof,” Patsy continued her dialogue. “When my girl is home, she’ll be well fed and well rested. Sunshine and good food and sleep. We’ll fix her right up, won’t we, Kermit?”
Patsy addressed the cat that had appeared at the back door and announced himself with a practiced yowl.
“You come on in, now.” Patsy opened the door and the large orange cat sauntered in. “I suppose you’re hungry, too.”
Patsy leaned down and rubbed the cat under the chin,and he thanked her by batting at her hand with a large, flat paw. She batted back at him playfully with a spatula, and he reached for it with both of his front paws.
“Ah, no time to play right now,” Patsy told him. “You go see what I left in your bowl. I have breakfast to make for Genna.”
Kermit sniffed at his bowl, then walked imperiously into the living room.
“Might I suppose you already ate?” Patsy called after him. “I hope it wasn’t one of the birds, though. I hate it when you do that. And besides, if you don’t eat your kitty food, how am I to know if you’ve eaten at all? I can’t give you your insulin unless you have something in that old stomach of yours. . .”
“Who are you talking to?” Genna, wrapped in a large white towel, stepped out of the bathroom and into the short hallway that led into the kitchen.
“That diabetic old tom of yours,” Patsy waved the spatula. “He’s been out catting around and I don’t know if he’s found something to snack on or not. He hasn’t had his insulin since last night, and you know what happens when he doesn’t get his shots on a regular basis.”
Patsy shivered, recalling the last time that Kermie had had a seizure. They’d almost lost him that time.
Genna walked into the living room and spied the cat who’d found a spot of sunlight and was now curled in its warmth.
“There you are.” Genna knelt down next to the cat she had named after the famous frog, because even as a kitten, Kermit’s back feet had been enormous. “Thought you’d sneak in and try to make me think you’d been here all night, did you?”
Genna heard the sound of a camera’s shutter behind her.
“Patsy, would you put that damned thing away?”
“No.” Patsy replied. “It’s a nice shot, you there on the floor with Kermie.”
“Wearing nothing but a towel and some extraneous body hair that I was planning on shaving off,” Genna stretched one leg out in front of her and inspected it.
“Not to worry, I didn’t have it on
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