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who’s also a veterinarian,” Savannah said. She rubbed her baby bump. “I’m out on maternity leave right now.”
“I like your shoes,” Iris said, a ddressing Camille once they were all seated again.
“Thanks,” she said rather shyly.
“Are they Jennifer Lopez?”
“Uh,” she said looking down at her dressy sandals, “I don’t really know. Maybe.”
“So do you think you’ll take on a cat colony?” Margaret asked Camille.
“Um, yeah, well, it depends on my schedule. I…just…well, I sorta came just out of curiosity tonight. Want to find out more about it.” She pointed to Savannah and Margaret and asked, “Now where do you two feed cats?”
“At the Fischer building,” Savannah answered.
“Oh yeah, that’s what I read in the paper.” She looked from one to the other and asked, “So aren’t you trespassing there?”
“No,” Margaret said. “We got permission from the owner to manage the cats on that property.”
Camille sat straig ht in her chair, stared solemnly at the two women, and asked, “How is that possible?” When she saw the confused look on their faces, she said, “I mean, isn’t he sick or something?”
“You mean Mr. Fischer?” Margaret asked. “Yes, but his lawyer has power of attorney and he gave us permission on the owner’s behalf.”
Camille frowned and looked down at her hands. “Oh, that’s how it works, huh?” It was as if she had withdrawn into her own world when she said, “Interesting.”
Savannah, Iris, and Margaret volunteered to stay after everyone else had left, to help Colbi clean up. “Did that Camille woman sign up for anything?” Margaret asked.
“No, I don’t think so,” Colbi said. “I was in charge of the sign-up sheet and I didn’ t notice her coming anywhere near it. She was kind of odd, don’t you think?”
“Yes,” Margaret agreed.
Iris said, “She didn’t even know what brand of shoes she was wearing. Must have found them at a secondhand store.” She chuckled, “I brazenly asked her where she buys her shoes because I noticed she has large feet like I do.”
“Me, too,” Savannah said. “Where does she get them?”
“Thrift stores and on the Internet,” Iris said. “Well, you know I frequent thrift stores and consignment shops. That’s the only way I can afford these nice duds I wear.” She ran her hand over her Donna Karan sweater.
“Uh-oh,” Colbi said as she stooped to pick up something off the floor. “Whose is this?”
“What?” Margaret asked while folding one of the chairs and leaning it against a wall.
“A photograph.” Colbi stood up and grimaced. “…with little pointy teeth marks around the edges. Dollllyyyyy,” she called.
Just then everyone heard a faint, “Mew.” They looked toward the sound and saw Dolly sitting halfway up the staircase staring down at everyone.
“Oh, you think you’re too cute to punish, don’t you?” Colbi said. She started to laugh. “Well, dang it, you are!”
“So who is it a picture of?” Iris asked.
“I don’t know him. Do any of you?”
She passed the photo to Iris; Margaret and Savannah stood beside her and studied it. When it was agreed that no one recognized the person in the image, Iris handed it back to Colbi. She looked down at it. “Well, I’ll just hold onto it until our next meeting, I guess.” She then turned to Savannah and asked, “So how can I break her of this habit your cat obviously taught her?”
Savannah laughed. “Hey, don’t blame Rags. He takes everything and anything, not just paper.”
Margaret chimed in, “And obviously, the Iveys can’t control their cat. He’s still a burglar—big time,” she said with a chuckle. “What did you tell me he took the other day, Vannie?”
She thought for a moment and then said, “Well, he won’t keep his paws off the baby’s things. We keep finding rubber duckies, booties and things in his stas h.”
“Maybe he’s trying to tell you something,” Iris
“I like your shoes,” Iris said, a ddressing Camille once they were all seated again.
“Thanks,” she said rather shyly.
“Are they Jennifer Lopez?”
“Uh,” she said looking down at her dressy sandals, “I don’t really know. Maybe.”
“So do you think you’ll take on a cat colony?” Margaret asked Camille.
“Um, yeah, well, it depends on my schedule. I…just…well, I sorta came just out of curiosity tonight. Want to find out more about it.” She pointed to Savannah and Margaret and asked, “Now where do you two feed cats?”
“At the Fischer building,” Savannah answered.
“Oh yeah, that’s what I read in the paper.” She looked from one to the other and asked, “So aren’t you trespassing there?”
“No,” Margaret said. “We got permission from the owner to manage the cats on that property.”
Camille sat straig ht in her chair, stared solemnly at the two women, and asked, “How is that possible?” When she saw the confused look on their faces, she said, “I mean, isn’t he sick or something?”
“You mean Mr. Fischer?” Margaret asked. “Yes, but his lawyer has power of attorney and he gave us permission on the owner’s behalf.”
Camille frowned and looked down at her hands. “Oh, that’s how it works, huh?” It was as if she had withdrawn into her own world when she said, “Interesting.”
Savannah, Iris, and Margaret volunteered to stay after everyone else had left, to help Colbi clean up. “Did that Camille woman sign up for anything?” Margaret asked.
“No, I don’t think so,” Colbi said. “I was in charge of the sign-up sheet and I didn’ t notice her coming anywhere near it. She was kind of odd, don’t you think?”
“Yes,” Margaret agreed.
Iris said, “She didn’t even know what brand of shoes she was wearing. Must have found them at a secondhand store.” She chuckled, “I brazenly asked her where she buys her shoes because I noticed she has large feet like I do.”
“Me, too,” Savannah said. “Where does she get them?”
“Thrift stores and on the Internet,” Iris said. “Well, you know I frequent thrift stores and consignment shops. That’s the only way I can afford these nice duds I wear.” She ran her hand over her Donna Karan sweater.
“Uh-oh,” Colbi said as she stooped to pick up something off the floor. “Whose is this?”
“What?” Margaret asked while folding one of the chairs and leaning it against a wall.
“A photograph.” Colbi stood up and grimaced. “…with little pointy teeth marks around the edges. Dollllyyyyy,” she called.
Just then everyone heard a faint, “Mew.” They looked toward the sound and saw Dolly sitting halfway up the staircase staring down at everyone.
“Oh, you think you’re too cute to punish, don’t you?” Colbi said. She started to laugh. “Well, dang it, you are!”
“So who is it a picture of?” Iris asked.
“I don’t know him. Do any of you?”
She passed the photo to Iris; Margaret and Savannah stood beside her and studied it. When it was agreed that no one recognized the person in the image, Iris handed it back to Colbi. She looked down at it. “Well, I’ll just hold onto it until our next meeting, I guess.” She then turned to Savannah and asked, “So how can I break her of this habit your cat obviously taught her?”
Savannah laughed. “Hey, don’t blame Rags. He takes everything and anything, not just paper.”
Margaret chimed in, “And obviously, the Iveys can’t control their cat. He’s still a burglar—big time,” she said with a chuckle. “What did you tell me he took the other day, Vannie?”
She thought for a moment and then said, “Well, he won’t keep his paws off the baby’s things. We keep finding rubber duckies, booties and things in his stas h.”
“Maybe he’s trying to tell you something,” Iris
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