A Cat Named Abel
“His name is Abel!” And she charmingly began to laugh. “You’ll thank me yet for this gift. This is a really sweet kitty. A Persian breed, Mr. Lutsyk.”
“Yes—yes...”
He obediently nodded his head, trying to avoid this piercing glance that forced him to do what the woman wanted. He could already see that he wouldn’t have the strength to refuse, and it was already too late, because, when she was handing him the cat, his hands just stretched toward it and accepted the fluffy black body into his open palms.
“But...but I don’t have anywhere to keep it. I live in a rented apartment. I don’t know how the landlady will take to this.”
“Never mind,” as though swatting a fly, the charming stranger waved her hand. “She should also like it. It’s tidy, obedient and not wild at all. I
