On Saturdays, Cathy liked to sleep a little later than her regular wake-up time. Although she and Florence always rose early, they alternated on weekends who fed the animals in the rescue center. This weekend was Florence’s turn. Considering Becky’s condition and the fact that Doug could sleep through a hurricane, someone had to be there when the cats demanded their breakfasts between four and five a.m. Even Oliver woke at that hour emitting plaintive meows. Cathy was glad her grandmother fed him before she went to Rainbow Rescues.
Cathy closed her eyes again after she heard Florence pulling open the flip-top lid of a cat food can and pouring kibble and fresh water into Oliver’s bowls. As she was drifting back asleep after hearing the front door close, her cell phone rang. She could’ve sc
