I slept like the dead. When I woke up it was because something heavy was on my chest, like an armadillo or something. A paw batted my nose. Then something in fur covered my face, and I couldn’t breathe anymore. I couldn’t even sit up! Was I dreaming or having a nightmare or what? Finally, I managed to open one eye only to see…wait for it…it took me a full minute. Cat butt. First thing. Right in my face, four inches away. I remembered where I was and that cat, what had Tris called it, Four of Seven? Were there then at least seven or more cats here? Well, why not, my mom was crazy; why should she not be a crazy cat lady? Except how many were escapees from the Great Pet Shop Hold Up and how many would we have to deal with if we were able to get Mom into a home?
I really couldn’t move. I was
