After returning to the carriage house, Julian changed into a pair of shorts and tank top, then fed Patch. In typical cat-like fashion she turned up her nose at the food.
“That’s all you’re going to get, my girl,” Julian told her. But she stalked off, her tail raised haughtily, the white tip twitching.
Julian made himself a deli turkey sandwich and a bowl of beef noodle soup for his dinner. This Patch was more than interested in. She returned to the kitchen, announcing loudly that this was the fare she’d been waiting for. She circled in and out between Julian’s legs as he prepared his meal.
“Sorry, my dear, but Virge isn’t here to spoil you and I’m going to follow the vet’s instructions and feed you like a cat.”
Patch didn’t seem to agree, as she increased the insistency of her yowling.
