Night Of The Living Dandelion Part 38

"Is this an outdoor cat?" she asked.

"I don't know. I'd never seen the animal before I . . . hit it."

She glanced at me from under nicely arched brows, then continued her examination. "I can feel a break in the hind foreleg," she said. "I'll need to get an X-ray before I set the bone to know how bad the damage is."

"That's fine. Whatever you need to do, Doctor, I'll take care of it. No problem."

"How did it happen?" she asked.

"Right after I turned off of Concord Avenue, I caught a glimpse of the cat in the street in front of my car. It must have been hiding under a parked vehicle or maybe in a hedge, but whatever, I didn't see it in time or I would have stopped. I just felt this thump-and I knew I'd hit it. Luckily, I wasn't going fast. Well, not so lucky for the cat, of course . . ."

Babbling again.

"You didn't run her over," Dr. Kelly said.

"What?" My brain cells were moving a little slow, no doubt due to shock.

"She would have suffered a lot more than a broken hind leg, trust me. This cat must have already been injured."

"Then what caused the thump?"

"You'd have to go back and look. All I know is that you didn't run her over, or she probably wouldn't be alive."

I felt more tears welling up and quickly brushed them away. "I'm so relieved."

"No collar, I notice," the vet said, as her fingers gently probed, "but it looks like she might have had one once."

"Could she have been dumped?"

"Quite possibly. Or she got out and roamed, couldn't find her way back, and got so thin she slipped out of her collar. She's a female-around five years old is my best guess. I'll check for a computer chip. Smart people have chips implanted. If that's the case, I'll contact the owner. Uh-oh. I see fleas. So, what would you like to do with her if we can't determine who the cat belongs to?"

Wait. What would I like to do? "I don't know, Doctor. What do you usually do in these kinds of situations?"

"Turn the animal over to the shelter."

With a broken leg? To crouch in a wire cage, alone and frightened, until someone adopted her? What if no one wanted her? What then? Could I live with that?

"You're good at solving mysteries," Dr. Kelly said. "Maybe you can find out where she came from."

I blinked in surprise. The doctor knew about me?

"I read the newspaper," Dr. Kelly said, seeing the question on my face, "and Nikki talks about you a lot. I have to say, you're amazingly brave, the way you go after killers. That one murderer who tried to burn you alive? Wow. Solving the cat mystery should be a walk in the park after that. So what's your decision?"

After such praise, how could I tell her no? I glanced at the shabby tabby with the shattered leg, who had suddenly become my responsibility. "If there's no chip," I said with a sigh, "I'll take her."

Dr. Kelly smiled for the first time "I was hoping you'd say that. Why don't you have a seat in the waiting room while we fix her up? It'll be about an hour."

An hour? It was already eight thirty, and Bloomers opened at nine o'clock. My a.s.sistants were undoubtedly wondering where I was. Plus, it was Monday, which meant Lottie's delicious egg-and-toast breakfast was waiting for me. But perhaps missing breakfast was part of my punishment for careless driving.

I exited the clinic to make my phone call just as an elderly couple with a yapping schnauzer was entering. The gray dog strained at its leash, teeth bared, trying to reach me, but the woman dragged it away, talking in a soothing voice. "Now, haven't we discussed your behavior before? About being nice to strangers? Haven't we?"

That was a discussion I would have loved to witness.

Grace answered the phone, her delightful accent a rea.s.suring sound to my frazzled nerves. "Good morning. Bloomers Flower Shop. How may I help you?"

"Grace, it's me. I hit a cat-" I paused as a woman carrying a feline into the clinic gave me the evil eye.

"You hit a cat with what?" Grace asked.

"My car."

"Well, that's a relief, isn't it? I didn't like to think you'd gone off your rocker, running about whacking animals with your purse."

Sometimes there was just no way to understand the workings of Grace's mind. "The cat's hind leg is broken," I said quietly, as more people walked past with their pets, "but that may not have been my fault. I'm at the veterinary clinic now. I should be back in about an hour."

I heard Grace whisper, "It's Abby. She hit a cat. She's at the vet's."

Then I heard Lottie say, "Lordy, what will that girl get into next?"

Grace said to me, "Well, that's a bang-up way to start the week, isn't it? And you freshly engaged."

"You know about my engagement?"

"It would be a rather odd statement to make otherwise, wouldn't it?"

d.a.m.n! I'd wanted to make the announcement at breakfast. We'd only revealed the news to our family two and a half days ago. "Who told you? My mom?"

"Would you like the whole list?"

I heard paper rattling.

"First off, your mum rang up at eight o'clock on the nose."

"That figures."

"And five times thereafter."

Still figured.

"Then your cousin Jillian phoned-"

The mouth that roared.

"-but said she was going back to bed, so she would call you at lunchtime. The next call was from Marco's mum."

"She must have wanted to let me know she made it back to Ohio safely. She was supposed to get in late last night."

"I believe she's still here, love. She said she'd see you later today."

What? No! That wasn't the plan. The plan was for Francesca Salvare to go back home so she wouldn't be here to pester us for wedding details. Because there weren't any yet.

"Then Marco called," Grace said, "but he didn't say a word about the engagement."

He'd probably phoned to enlighten me as to why his mother was still here. I couldn't wait for that explanation. "Okay, Grace. Thank you. I'll be there as soon as I can."

"I hope so, dear. A large s.h.i.+pment of flowers just arrived, and Lottie said many of them are damaged. She's trying to sort through them now, but we'll be opening soon, and you know the rush we always have in the coffee shop on Monday mornings. And don't forget today is the meeting of the Monday Afternoon Ladies' Poetry Society."

Twelve senior citizens waxing poetic about the benefits of fiber. "Can't wait. Listen, Grace, this cat appears to be a stray. If the vet can't determine the owner, I'm going to have to bring her home with me unless . . . you or Lottie want to take it?"

I heard her whispering, then heard Lottie whisper back. Then Grace said, "Shall I keep your breakfast in the fridge then?"

No takers. d.a.m.n. "Yes, please."

Cold scrambled eggs and hard toast. Could my day get any worse?

"Just a minute, dear," Grace said. "Lottie would like a word."

"Abby," Lottie said a moment later, "how did it happen that you hit the cat?"

"I don't know, Lottie. The cat must have darted out just as I turned off Concord."

"Why did you turn off Concord?"

"Traffic jam."

"Oh, good," she said with relief in her voice. "I'll see you back at Bloomers."

"Wait, Lottie. What's up? Why all the questions?"

"I just wanted to make sure you weren't trying to shake a tail."

"A tail?"

"Well, a stalker."

I was wrong. The day could get worse.

At once I felt someone's eyes upon me. Goose b.u.mps dotted my arms as I glanced around. Then I saw the receptionist standing at the gla.s.s door, motioning me over.

"Okay, that's all," Lottie said.

That's all? "Lottie, don't leave me hanging like this-"

The line went dead.

The receptionist was motioning frantically now, so I ended the call and hurried toward the door. "Sorry," I said, following her inside. "It was a business call."

"That's okay. Dr. Kelly just wanted you to know that there's no microchip." She smiled. "Looks like you have yourself a cat."

Other Flower Shop Mysteries.

Mum's the Word.

Slay It with Flowers.

Dearly Depotted.

Snipped in the Bud.

Acts of Violets.

A Rose from the Dead.

Shoots to Kill.

Evil in Carnations.

Sleeping with Anemone.

Dirty Rotten Tendrils.

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