“Alright, alright, alright!” snapped Rascal. “I’ve had about enough of this mushy stuff! I’m outta here. You mangy mutts can figure out this delivery truck gang yourselves and find some tasty treats elsewhere.”
The lynx mama looked up.
“Thank you for helping me get back to him,” she said and licked the top of her kitten’s head. “Those men are no good,”