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curls off her forehead.
    She nodded. “Mama reads the story sometimes.”
    Jack locked eyes with Brett. “Maybe a little help, here?”
    Brett stooped beside the rocking chair and took Amanda’s hand. “Uncle Jack and Sam searched for Thumper and Noe-Noe for a long time, sweetheart. Chance helped too, but they couldn’t find them. Your kitties are lost, like those kittens that lost their mittens. But, we’ll keep looking, okay?”
    Amanda’s eyes sparkled with tears and then she smiled. “I’m not going to cry, Daddy Brett. Mama says the three little kittens found their mittens. We’ll find Thumper. When I say my prayers tonight, I’ll ask God to help them find their way home.”

Chapter Five
    H igh in the late afternoon sky, the sun beat down on their backs. Just ahead, the cats came to a country road.
    He looked left and right. Not a car in sight. It would be easier walking on the road, than through fields overrun with weeds and stickers. They stepped onto the pavement. Good. Warm enough to feel good on tired feet, but not too hot to burn. “We’ll follow this road for a while. There’s no traffic and it must lead somewhere. It’s headed the right direction. I think home must be just up ahead a little ways.”
    The cats traipsed along the pavement for about a half mile.
    “Excuse me for bringing this up again, Angel, but I’ve asked several times and you haven’t answered. Why won’t you tell me where we came from and about my persons? I can’t remember anything before the accident. I don’t even know my name. Isn’t it about time you answered my questions? What is my name?”
    Angel stopped and sat in the middle of the road. “I know it must be hard for you, dear, but there are reasons why I can’t tell you. I can’t explain, but, you’ll just have to trust me. In time, you’ll remember everything. In the meantime, I’ll be here to take care of you. Isn’t that enough? Can you do that? Just trust me for a while? Please?”
    He stared at her golden head. She had closed her eyes and lifted her chin, as though she was at prayer. She looked so serene and lovely, he couldn’t find it in his heart to argue. “I…I guess so, but I don’t understand. Are you ready to go on now?”
    “My paws hurt.” Angel licked her foot. “I’m so tired. Can we stop soon?”
    He scanned the terrain. Off to the right at the end of a winding driveway, a small ranch house was visible through the apple trees.
    “Maybe we can find water at that house.” His stomach rumbled. And food. How long had it been since they last ate? His macho plan of leading her home had long since been replaced by fear of failure and the need for food and water.
    Angel rubbed against his shoulder. “Whatever you think, dear. I’m sure you know best.”
    They trotted down the driveway. He put up his nose and sniffed. “This way. I smell food.” Around the house they scurried, following the delightful scent of kitty kibble. There! Not ten feet away. A bowl of cat food on the porch! He pranced toward the steps, his mouth tingling and saliva dripping down his chin. “Someone’s breakfast. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind sharing it with us.”
    “I’m sure she wouldn’t mind sharing with us. After you, my love—” Angel shoved the pink bowl with the name Rosie on the side toward him.
    The tantalizing aroma of chicken gizzards and fish entrails drifted up from the bowl. He dove into the kibble, swallowing whole mouthfuls of crunchy morsels, without stopping to chew. Rmm … rum … He glanced up.
    Angel lay nearby, her front paws tucked delicately under her breast, her svelte tail wrapped around her toes.
    I’m such a pig. She’s hungry too. He backed away from the bowl, turned and leaned over the fishpond. His ears warmed. “Please, Angel, you should eat something. I’ve had enough.” He lapped at the water. Thank goodness she couldn’t see his face.
    “Thank you, dear.” Angel nibbled delicately at the kibble.
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