A White Cat For Christmas: Life and Love in Alaska

by Cherime MacFarlane, The Graphics Shed

Genres: Short Stories

Synopsis

The people who own the house should be grateful to her if she can capture the kitten. If it dies under the old garage, it won't be nice come spring.
Life and Love in Alaska. Please note each story of this series is a short story.
Angie saw the little kitten on the way to work. The poor little thing is living under the old shed. She wants to rescue it before the temperature drops so low it freezes to death. The big man is intimidating, but the kitten needs help, and she'll take on the irate homeowner if she must.
Mike has every reason to be careful. His business leaves him open to threats and perhaps violence. He's suspicious of the woman hanging around the dilapidated old garage near the road. What is she doing on his property?

Release date: March 22, 2016

Publisher: Paper Gold Publishing

Print pages: 76

Sample

 

Busy in the kitchen when the phone rang, I almost let it go to voice mail because my hands were full of bread dough. Some instinct caused me to grab it, thank heaven.

"Mom, where are you? You should be home from work by now."

"Lisa! Honey, are you at the house? When did you get in? I thought you weren't due for a couple of days, but you're early!"

"I got a chance to fly home sooner and thought I'd surprise you. I wanted to fly down with you to meet Niky in Seattle. But where is Bo? Nothing happened to him that you're not telling me?"

"Bo's fine. Nothing's wrong."

Everything's right, but I wanted to surprise you. The thought flitted past as I scrambled for the right way to handle this. First, I need to get my dear daughter where I can break the news in person. How to get her here without lying posed a problem.

"Look, Honey, let me give you the address. Come on over, I can't wait to see you! I'm in the middle of something and can't break away right now. I'm about to put bread in the oven. It should be ready in forty-five minutes."

"Mom?"

Good grief! I heard me come out of my daughter's mouth. The 'what are you trying to put over on me' question sounded clear as a bell.

"The oven is hot. The timer just went off, and I must get the pans in before the bread rises too much. Take this down. When you get here, park over to the side in front of the motor home. Can't wait to see you, hurry." After giving her directions, I broke the connection.

As soon as I got the bread into the oven, I wiped my hands on a towel and reached for the phone again. I told the thing to call Mike, mobile, and waited for him to answer.

"What's up Honey-chile?"