Flintkote
Copyright© 2020 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 31
You never saw a CPA (Child Protection Agency) agent switch targets so fast in your life. Junior was already wishing Mom had dissolved that bureaucracy ... because she was going to be dealing with them in a few months. Bureaucracies come and go ... but the bureaucrats live on. Some people couldn’t mind their own business ... they had to stick their nose in mine. Right now ... Miss Bulldog Lover was already fixing to bedevil me, Surprise Me Flintkote.
“You. Mrs ... or is it Miss ... I see no wedding or engagement ring ... have you taken care of your prenatal obligations?” A pause. I was about to confess that I hadn’t when I lost my chance. “Been to the doctors? ... registered for Lamaze Classes? ... registered for WIC Special Supplemental Nutrition Program for Women, Infants, and Children?”
And the yellow tom cat wound its way around Tyche legs.
“Murrow,” said the tom ... and butted Tyke’s knees.
“Murrow,” replied Tyche.
The cat ... not really a yellow tom, but more of a speckled brown and muted orange ... stood on hind legs and stretched. He was taller by a head than the girl ... and Tyche was tall for four.
“Ooo, you are a big one,” Tyche said.
He reached a paw and patted her cheek. She patted his in return.
“Mom?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“If he follows you home you can keep him.”
“Thanks,” she looked the cat in the eye, “Do you have a name?”
“Morrow,” but ... it was more Murray than Morrow.
“Murray?”
He tapped her cheek.
“Murray it is,” “Mom, meet Murray.”
Murray ambled over to Zo and stood. He was taller.
“Murray?”
He tapped her cheek, got down and offered a paw.
“Pleased to meet you, Murray.”
They shook ... no ... really ... shook ... like a well trained dog.
In like manner, he was introduced to the family and crew ... but he growled and hissed at the Child Protection Agency agent.
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