Stephanie screamed, but her reflexes were quick and she caught him. Then she discovered that he felt kind of good, cradled there in her arms like that. Still, "I'm a dog person," she insisted. Yet, each time Fire would bring her to the house, a cat would appear upon her lap and she would look quite content as she sat there and stroked it.
"The Kracker Cats are okay," she would insist, "but I'm a dog person."
By the time I rescued little Miss Angel, Fire and Stephanie had been married for 14 months. Given the hugs, pets, strokes and cooing Stephanie had poured out upon the cats each time the two came over, however strong her feelings towards dogs, it was apparent that Stephanie had now become a cat person as well.
So I placed a call to the happy young couple. "You know, I rescued a kitten today and I must find a home..."
"Oh!" Stephanie exclaimed, "Fire and I were just talking today. We decided it is time to get a cat. We are planning to start searching tomorrow. We could come out there, first!"
Darn! I was secretly hoping that she would say, "thanks but no thanks. I'm sure it's a nice kitty, but I'm a dog person."
Then I could tell Sunflower that I had made a heroic effort to find a home for Angel, but, doggonit and dagnabbit, I had failed and I could not put this kitty on the street or into the pound and so, as much as I hated too, I would just keep it here with us.
So Fire and Stephanie arrived the next day to begin their cat search. That search ended the moment their eyes focused upon little Miss Angel.
As you can see, Miss Angel made Fire and Steph very happy.
Angel and Royce say their mournful goodbyes.
The happy trio drive away. Afterward, I returned to the house. Without Angel, it felt very empty in there.
Up next: Little Miss Angel becomes Mr. Boxcar Bean.