Charlotte hurried down the block, small purse in one hand and a large, soft leather tote in the other. She was running late and hated the idea of leaving Trevor with the kittens in public. When she came up on the cafe, she didn't see him at first and cursed to herself.

Then she saw him. And one of the kittens poking a paw out of the box. "Watch out. You've got an escape attempt in progress."




SORRY! Last night was headacheville