Mrs. Moto dropped something at my feet, and then twined herself around my legs.
“What did you bring me now, Mrs. Moto? Oh, that’s a pretty one.” I rubbed sand off the small green seashell.
“How do you know that cat’s name?” Scooter asked suspiciously.
“Oh, she belongs to Jack and Sandy.” I gave Scooter a bright smile. “They’re looking for someone to adopt her.”
Scooter frowned as the calico played with his shoelaces. He pulled his foot away. “Why don’t they want to keep her? She’s really adorable.” By adorable, I think he meant annoying.
“They need to sell their boat and their condo association doesn’t allow pets.” I watched as Mrs. Moto tried to untie his laces again. I suspect she thought Scooter pulling his feet away was part of the game. “You know, I feel bad for Sandy. They’ve go
