“What in the name of sanity has Precious done now?” Rachel screamed at no one in particular. “She hates me! What did I ever do to that cat?”
“I think you’re exaggerating the situation, Mom” Angie said. “Precious doesn’t hate you. She’s just being a cat.”
Rachel Barnes turned away from the trash can with its contents spilled onto the floor, most landing on the carpet. She looked at her tall daughter, wondering where those genes came from. She was short, as was her husband, Joe.
“How many times a week does your Precious overturn my trash? Remember the broken vase? No, correction, two vases, both crystal I might add. And let’s not forget the atomizers. The first incident had the condo reeking of Channel No5 for weeks. The second was that sickly, sweet orange blossom stink lingering for day
