Sometime during the night, Harry jumped off the closet and came to lay on Cathy’s pillow, while his sister moved down to the foot of the bed. She woke up to both kittens mewing for breakfast and a vague memory of a bad dream featuring Dr. Bodkin, his daughter, Samantha, Steve, and Michael.
As she slipped her feet into slippers, Florence called from outside her door. “Are you up, Catherine? Are those the kittens I hear crying? I can bring them downstairs to feed them unless you want me to bring their dishes up there.”
“I can bring them down. They have to get used to the house, but I know they’re so tiny that they could get lost somewhere.”
“Michael suggested a small tent house when we’re not home or unable to watch them. I forgot to show it to you last night. It has a screen that can be
