“Bye,” they answered together and stampeded toward the front door.
“Sounds like Honey and Ira have an interesting story.” Zane stepped backward into the kitchen.
“I guess so. I’m curious. She set the box on the ground and Delilah hopped gracefully out. “I guess I better get some litter for her. Give me five minutes to call the grocery store. I’m sure they can deliver something and add it to my account.”
“Or I could run to Hardy’s Pets.”
“Naw. It’s okay. I’ll just grab some food and litter and get toys and brushes and whatever else I need from the pet store tomorrow.”
“No need.” Honey joined them in the kitchen and thumped a heavy box onto the floor. “Nearly forgot to leave you her supplies. Collar, bell, litter, food, litter box. They’re Riley’s donation. He said it was cheaper than having to feed Delilah forever. Of course, he was teasing. Her vaccine records are in the box. Bye, again.”
“Thank you!” Clara called at Honey’s retreating back. “I guess I’ll set her up in my suite. Once she’s used to that area, I’ll give her run of the inn. It’s a good thing there’s a cat flap in the door to my private suite, Delilah will be able to explore when she’s ready. Funny, I never thought of Aunt Tilly having a cat, even with the flap.” She shook her head.
She scooped her up and carried Delilah down the hall to her suite. Zane followed with the supplies.
“How are you going to keep her inside with that flap in the door?” He asked.
“I think if she’s brave enough to venture out, she’ll be fine. I’ll make signs for the front and back door warning people to watch for her.”
“Good thinking. You’re adapting to life as a cat slave quickly.” He grinned.
“Ha ha. But you’re right. Dogs have owners, cats have staff. I’m good with that. I always wanted a cat as a kid, but my father said no. I guess that’s the beauty of inheriting a house, you get to be the boss.”
They laughed and worked together to get Delilah set up.
