Chapter Six
It was a rare winter day when the sun came up bright and early. Riley answered a door knock and found Orla there with a small cage and a bag in her hands.
“I thought Noah would like this little friend.” She raised the small cage with the kitten inside. Riley smiled and gestured an invitation for her to come in.
“They’re still as sleep. I’ll give them another hour. What kind of cat is this?”
“I don’t know. The poor little soul lost his mother the night before. We could have taken care of him, but we travel a lot as you know. I don’t have the heart to bring him to a shelter.” Orla glanced at the bedroom wing. Riley caught her look.
“He’s in there with Noah.”
“May I?” She gestured toward the bedroom.
Riley nodded. Orla made a beeline to Noah’s bedroom. From the half-opened
