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“What are their names?” I asked, trying to avoid the licking tongues. One was wagging its tail so hard I thought it would fall off.
“You can pick them. They’re a boy and girl,” Klutz said, but he was looking sheepish.
“Klutz, what else did you get?” I demanded as Casey looked out to the car, and her jaw dropped.
“He bought a kangaroo!” Casey exclaimed, and I felt the blood drain from my face.
“Klutz!” I shrieked, and the puppies cringed.
“Nope, not a kangaroo; he’s a Walla Roo named Skippy. He was rescued from an exotic breeder, and nobody wanted to adopt him because he’s boisterous. I had to take him,” Klutz said and disappeared before bringing in a miniature kangaroo.
“How big does he grow?” I asked, aghast, as the little creature cringed back against Klutz’s legs.
“Not as big as a kangaroo.”
“You don’t know!” I accused, and Klutz shrugged.
“Aurora Victoria, I couldn’t leave him! Walla Roo’s love being around people and are playful and mischievous. And they respond well to cuddles,” Klutz spoke and picked Skippy up. I was now eyeing him as Casey kept looking out at the SUV and laughing. Klutz handed Skippy to Casey and returned with two baskets. Oh no! What had he bought?
“This is Mischief,” Klutz revealed and opened the first cage. Out crept a stunning animal, but I didn’t recognise it. “She’s a Chanterelle Fennes, commonly called a desert fox. Her mama had been killed, and Mischief was by her side, crying.”
All I could see was a white and tan ball of fluff. Mischief would fit in my hand. Klutz picked her up, moved the puppies, and placed her on my lap, and I instantly fell in love with her. Crap, she was so damn cute.
“And this is Sailor because the woman at the shelter said he loves water,” Klutz announced and pulled out a Bengal kitten. The little creature yawned and showed its pink tongue before falling asleep.
“You are not going out alone again!” I promised as Mischief opened her amber eyes and stared at me.
“You’re lucky. They had a de-scented skunk, racoon and a miniature donkey!” Klutz retorted.
“You’ve bought enough,” I scolded.
Casey was laughing, and Klutz turned to her.
“Wait till Mac gets here,” Klutz spoke with a grin, and Casey’s jaw dropped open.
“Oh no, what did he buy?” Casey cried almost on a wail, and Klutz grinned again.
Mischief jumped at Casey’s voice, and I soothed her back to resting.
“He’s gone with Calamity and Rosie to get food and supplies. They’ll be here soon,” Klutz answered, and Casey rolled her eyes.
We didn’t have long to wait. Rosie and Calamity arrived first, with Precious on Calamity’s shoulder. I watched how his walk was. Calamity was still using crutches and heavily depended on them. His gait was stiff and lopsided, but he was healing.
Mac followed them twenty minutes later with a massive grin on his face. In one arm, he carried the fattest, grumpiest-looking Persian I’d ever seen. The cat was a dark smoky grey, happily glaring at everyone. Sailor immediately walked over to Mac and began climbing his leg to peer at the fat thing. Casey fell instantly in love despite her giving Mac dirty looks. Mac was still grinning stupidly when he lifted a cage, and Casey squealed.
“What the fuck is that?”
“A baby macaw!” Mac gloated, and Casey’s mouth dropped open in horror.
“Haven’t you heard what Peter comes out with?” Casey exclaimed, shaking her head in denial. “And where are its feathers? Why is it so ugly?”
“Because he’s a baby. Pirate’s feathers will come in!” Mac retorted, insulted. “There, there, Pirate, don’t you listen to the mean lady. You are beautiful!” Mac stated, stroking the little head with a finger.
Pirate snapped his beak at Mac, and Mac quickly withdrew.
“Yeah, you are feeding the fuckin’ cannibal!” Casey announced firmly.
“Pirate is not a cannibal. The woman at the shelter said he needs lots of love and human contact, and he’ll be fine.”
