Chapter Twelve
Fifteen minutes later, she, Miles, and Pasha were on their way to Greener Pastures. Miles looked warily in his rearview mirror toward his backseat. “I’m not sure how you got Pasha in there.”
The cat was silently sitting in the carrier. “She was remarkably docile,” said Myrtle. “Really just a little love.”
“So you put lots of treats in the carrier, did you?” asked Miles.
“Just enough to provide incentive,” said Myrtle, nose in the air.
Pasha gave a hiccupping burp from the back.
“So tell me all about what Dusty said,” said Myrtle. “I cannot express to you the serious nature of this business. Puddin is in a shambles, believing Dusty is unfaithful. I must preserve their union or suffer the consequences.”
Miles gave her a sideways glance. “Hyperbole doesn’t become you, My
