Blaze
“You sure you want to do this?” Beau chuckled as we sized up the orange and white stray cat who hung around outside by the kitchen. I have no idea how long he’s been here, just that someone either dumped him or he’s the offspring of other feral strays who live in these mountains.
“We need to give him a bath to kill any fleas,” I muttered, very much dreading the task ahead.
“What if we get rabies from this thing?” Beau asked.
“We won’t. A vet-tech came out here six months ago and gave him his vaccine.” I had to pay a high fee for that, because there was no way in hell the guys and I could have got that cat into a crate. He still needed to be neutered, and I had no idea how we were going to do it.
“Let’s do this.” I took a deep breath and opened the can of tuna. The feline put
