Glory
Kylie cuddled with Garfield, who was enjoying every second of affection with her. He was fine with me and Taryn being around her, but the moment her Uncle Beau got within his scratch zone, Garfield reared up and asserted his dominance.
“I’m beginning to really hate that cat.” He snapped after Garfield swiped and made contact with his hand, drawing blood.
“How’s Rambo doing?” Kylie wanted to know. Her uncle’s eyes got a bit misty.
“He crossed the Rainbow Bridge last year. It was time,” Beau said as he cleaned his scratch.
“Awww, I loved that dog,” Kylie softly said and cuddled Garfield closer to her.
“I’m glad you’re doing better, Kylie. I’d hug you, but that little hairball there will get mad.” Beau laughed at him.
I took a deep breath and picked up Garfield, loving on him s
