Chapter 9
Meanwhile
“I love this,” Morty said as he cradled a gray and white cat by the name of Cicero.
“It really is a fabulous idea,” Miss Maggie agreed, draping the red cloth over the wall. “I’m on the verge of wanting to adopt this little fella myself.” She scratched the cat’s chin. “Shame my landlord is against pets.”
“What about for the grandkids?” suggested Clara, adding a string of paper hearts to their display. “Would they enjoy a pet?”
“If I can convince their parents, maybe.”
Clara stepped back, hands on her hips, to admire their work. “What do you think?”
Morty crunched on a sugar cookie, leaving a dusting of crumbs on Cicero. “These are delicious. Seriously, if you ever give up on being a vet you had better open a bakery.”
“Allow me,” Miss Maggie said, plucking a purpl
