I couldn't stop myself from crying
either. Poor kitty. I didn't have to   
ask what was wrong with people like    
that, though, because I was someone    
exactly like that.                     
     Beth called Barry, and they talked
for a few minutes, before she told me, 
“We should bring her to Barry, but your
farm would be better, because it's     
closer. The less we drive, the better  
it’ll be for the kitten. I told Barry  
that’s where we’d be. I hope that’s    
ok?”                                   
     I mumbled something about it being
ok, and she continued, “Barry won’t be 
able to make it for at least a half    
hour. Even if I could set the bones, I 
don't have the equipment with me to do 
it, and this ain't exactly the most    
sterile environment to be working in   
* anyway.”                                 
      She also told me that Barry      
promised to call 911 and have someone  
check the area out, and also keep an   
eye on her car, so she could sit in the
back seat with the kitten.             
     While I drove as carefully and    
slowly as I could to my house, she     
relayed my description of the two teen-
agers to Barry, and he also promised to
relay that to the police.              
     Unfortunately, I forgot about the 
blanket on my roof, and when we got to 
the house, it was gone.                
     On the way, and even after we     
moved the kitten into one of the spare 
bedrooms upstairs, she chatted on and  
on about my farm and always wanting to 
see it, and now here she was.          
     I mumbled something about liquid  
refreshments, and that was it.         



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