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“Minor accident,” I said. “Nothing to worry about.”
We put the cats on the back seat and Mrs. Manley got in next to me.
“I take the kitties to the vet clinic in the strip mall across from the diner on Route 33. It’s just off Hamilton,” Mrs. Manley said. “The cat rescue has an account there.”
The cats were meowing and clawing at the doors on their cages.
“Are they okay back there?” I asked. “They sound unhappy.”
“They aren’t very good travelers, but they’ll settle down in a minute or two.”
“Have you talked to Andy today?” I asked her. “Did he stop around again?”
“He called this morning to make sure we were okay, and I told him you were taking me to the vet. He thought that was incredibly nice of you. He said he always liked you. He thought you were a good person.”
“I’d really like to talk to him. Maybe you could help us get together. I’ve tried calling and texting him, but he never answers me.”
“He’s a terrible communicator,” Mrs. Manley said. “He never returns my calls either. It’s like his head is in the clouds. He’s always been creative and sometimes I think he gets lost in his projects. He’s been writing stories lately and putting them on his blog. I’ve never read any of them because they’re just for his blogger friends.”
This was a conversation I wanted to continue, but I was havinga hard time focusing because the meowing had turned into full-on howling.
“Are you sure they’re all right back there?” I asked. “They sound distressed.”
“It’s Red Cat. He’s an instigator. Once he starts misbehaving, everyone else joins in. I’m sure they’ll be fine, although it wouldn’t hurt if you could drive a little faster.”
I would have loved to drive faster, but something was rattling under the Cherokee and there was a vibration in the steering wheel. I was afraid if I drove faster the car would fall apart.
“Holy cow,” I said. “What is that smell?”
“It might be Mr. Meow Meow. I think he made poo poo. He has irritable bowel syndrome. It flares up when he’s upset or when he gets nervous.”
I was counting the seconds. I had the strip mall in sight. I hit the button to open the windows and moderately fresh air poured in. A couple beats later, I was at the parking lot entrance.
“The vet clinic is to the left,” Mrs. Manley said.
I turned left and found a spot in front of the clinic.
“Right on time,” Mrs. Manley said. “This shouldn’t take long.”
I helped her carry the crates into the waiting room. There were two other people waiting. They both had cats in crates.
“I’ll wait outside,” I said. “I need to catch up on my email.”
Mrs. Manley took a seat and smiled at me. “No problem at all.”
I went outside and took stock of my SUV. Front smashed in. Back smashed in. Interior reeking of sick cat. Something very wrong with its internal operations. (Just like Mr. Meow Meow.) The windows were wide open. I tossed the key onto the driver’s seat, and I stepped away. If there was a God in heaven and I hadany luck at all, someone would steal the disaster that used to be a Jeep Cherokee.
A half hour later, Mrs. Manley came out of the clinic, carrying two crates. Unfortunately, no one had stepped forward to relieve me of the Cherokee, so I went into the clinic and helped carry the rest of the cats out.
“Are they okay?” I asked.
“Yes. And they all got their shots.”
The cats were hunkered down, sulking in the back of their respective crates.
“They cleaned and disinfected Mr. Meow Meow’s carrier,” Mrs. Manley said.
No kidding. I slid it onto the back seat and my eyes were burning from the fumes mingling with the lingering stench of cat poo.
