Chapter 8Saturday afternoon
Jake put Davey in the front seat and buckled him into his seatbelt. He moved some cat litter into the trunk and that made a space for the cat carrier. He then belted the carrier to the seat. Coming around to the front of the car, he got in and put on his own belt, turned the key and they were on the way to the Marriott.
“I have to admit, Jim was right. Brian is a good judge of cats—but never, ever, let him get us a dog. Bear is still waiting for replacement shoes from Loeb for the ones that Pesto chewed up, to say nothing about the ones the dog s**t in. That dog’s a pain in the ass. Bear had to take him to obedience school because Brian wasn’t stern enough with him. I see you look thoughtful. What was he going to bring home today?” Jake smiled at Davey.
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