“You think he’s going to be all right in the cat run until we’re sure he won’t try to run off?”
“Absolutely. It’ll keep him safe and make sure he’s free to roam outside.”
“I never thought I’d be a cat person, but here I am, installing a kennel run in my garden, and a doggy door so he can come in and out as he pleases.” He laughed. “You’re not the only one who’s made some huge changes.”
“Compromises,” I corrected. “They’re called compromises.”
We spent quite some time at the vet’s office, but when they brought Jaspar to back to us in his little kennel, he smelled a million times better and was only mildly annoyed at being bathed, nails clipped, and fully examined. “Are you ready to go home, now, sweet boy?” I asked, pushing a soft treat into the cage. Jaspar took it, glaring at me with each bite.
“I guess baby makes three,” Brian joked with the woman at the front desk as he pulled out his wallet to settle the bill. “Hopefully, he’ll forgive us for this and enjoy having a home of his own.”
The woman smiled and handed Brian back his card. “Cats are funny like that, but they get over it quickly enough. There’s only one problem.”
“What’s that?” we said in unison.
“Jaspar’s a girl.”