I forgot all about the blanket on 
my roof, and almost ran to get the one 
she wanted.                            
     She knew her stuff, was very      
professional, and could handle almost  
any situation until Barry arrived.     
     Since most of her part-time work  
was in rural areas, she was not only   
allowed to carry medicine, but also a  
gun.                                   
     I'm not a big fan of guns, but    
like I explained earlier, Beth certain-
ly was. She also had a permit to carry 
concealed.                             
     She also knew a lot more about    
guns than I did. I knew enough not to  
shoot myself, if I was lucky, but she  
knew how to take a lot of them apart,  
clean, and put them back together      
again, blindfolded.                    
*      I’ve seen her do it, and that also  
included the gun she carried with her  
everywhere, even to bed.               
     Didn’t we already do this?        
     Anyway, after giving the kitten a 
sedative, she took the blanket I’d     
gotten and very gently wrapped her in  
it. The kitten even tried to lick her  
hand, as she continued to check her    
little head for more damage.           
     While doing that, she told me     
that, “Both her hind legs are broken,  
and one ear is almost sliced all the   
way through.”                          
     She tried to act and sound profes-
sional, but I could see she was crying 
as she checked the kitten's other ear, 
and neck.                              
     “Fortunately, the ligature burns  
are mostly superficial and will heal in
time, but right now they’re still very 
painful to her.”                       



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