CHAPTER THREE THE DATING GAME
Mrs. Moto padded alongside me as we made our way down the boardwalk at the marina. When we neared the stairs that led down to the beach, she stopped, crouched down, and slowly inched toward the top step.
“I bet you want to go and harass those seagulls, don’t you?”
She gazed up at me and made a chirping noise.
“Okay, but don’t stay too long. Otherwise, you’ll miss out on all the bits of hamburgers and hot dogs that people ‘accidentally’ drop on the ground for you.”
She meowed in agreement, then sneaked down the stairs. Both the calico and I looked forward to the potluck and barbecue that the marina hosted every Friday night. Ned and Nancy provided the meat, and everyone else brought a side dish or dessert to share. I walked toward the buffet table, occasio
