“No. No. No. Absolutely not,” he said.
“It doesn’t have a mom, Quinn. Am I supposed to just throw it out into the woods and let it die?”
“Yes!” he said.
“No! I’m not letting another baby die!” I said.
“Zay, this is not Izayuh. This is a wild animal. A cat,” he said.
“You don’t like cats?” I asked.
“No,” he said.
“Fucking cliché.”
Chapter 20
“It's gonna need milk,” he said.
“Yes… I know,” I told him.
“We’re not really equipped to take care of it,” he said.
“I’m keeping it. I’m not arguing with you anymore. Either help me figure out how, or I’ll walk into town, and someone will help me,” I said.
He scratched his head and growled.
“Not really leaving me a choice, are you?”
“Almost like the lack of choices you have given me,” I said.
“Get in the truck, before I change my mind,” he muttered.
I quickly got in the truck before he really did change his mind. He got in, slamming the door behind him. We drove down the road and then down several more roads. We pulled down a driveway. I looked at Quinn and furrowed my brows.
“Where are we going?”
“To my uncle’s,” he said, keeping his eyes on the road.
“Not to the store?” I asked.
“The stores around here don’t carry kitten milk,” he said.
“And your uncle does?”
“He does… unfortunately for me, fortunately for you,” he said.
“Ya, ya, we know you’re not on board,” I said.
He reached forward and turned the radio up. Nice touch, Quinnlyn. It was only a few minutes before we pulled up to ahouse. A guy walked out the door, tilting his head at us, and studying the truck. Quinn opened the door and stepped out. He talked to the guy for a few minutes before he turned slightly toward me and motioned me to come over.
I got out of the truck, with the kitten pressed against me. It made little kitten noises and cries, but not many. I walked over to them. His uncle held his hands out for me to give him the kitten. I tilted my head at him.
“I’m not gonna harm it,” his uncle said.
I handed him the little kitten. It was about eight inches long. He took the kitten in his hands and used his fingers to gently touch all around the body. He flipped it over and checked the rear side. He poked around back there. My eyes popped open wider. He went to its mouth, prying it open, and sticking his finger in its mouth. The baby moved its mouth a little.
“Well, it’s a girl, and she’s very dehydrated. She’s about a week and a half old. Her eyes will be opening soon, if she makes it. She will need to be fed by bottle every few hours,” he said.
