Persian Penalty

I watched in amused silence as a woman in khaki shorts and a Disney World t-shirt mumbled a quick excuse before hightailing it out of my store. Aunt Linda wouldn’t be pleased that I’d scared another one off. After all, she’d told me time and again that I needed to stop my introduction after saying “Hello and welcome to Colonial Candles!”

“They don’t want to hear your life story, Maggie girl,” Aunt Linda often said, punctuating the words with a sigh, an eye-roll, or even a well-placed flick against my wrist. And I suppose she had a point. Most people didn’t want to hear everything I had to say, but eventually, someone would, and I didn’t want to miss the opportunity of telling them all about me and my life.

Besides, people generally still bought candles even after I caught them up on my own personal history. They probably felt sorry for me—hey, don't judge. I'm not above accepting pity purchases. The store had become a landmark for tourists, thanks to a few well-placed reviews and that all-powerful word of mouth—and the videos of course. Larkhaven itself didn’t attract too many tourists as any kind of end destination, but, boy, did we get a lot of folks on their way down to Florida.

Our humble little town, situated in the Peach Plains region of Georgia, was about an hour from the state line. It was the perfect place to stop for those who wanted one more break to grab a meal or stretch their legs before carrying on to Mickey’s kingdom or paying a visit to Grandma and Gramps at their retirement village.

Historic Row was particularly popular because it made parents feel like they were doing something educational and responsible before spending the rest of their week chasing after fairytale princesses, high-budget carnival rides, and sugared treats.

It was odd being a pass-through town. For reasons unbeknownst to me, most people couldn’t stand to spend more than an hour or two in the vicinity, but somehow, we’d ended up building our lives here and stayed for eight generations.

I would have very much liked to share all of this with Miss Mickey Shirt, too, but she had already disappeared back into the wide world, banging the heavy wooden door to my family’s shop behind her.

A few minutes after she’d gone, however, a scraping and a scuffling outside suggested she just might have changed her mind. After all, our candles were a sight to behold.

As I listened, the noise on the other side of the door grew louder, but still, the woman didn’t reenter the shop. What was she doing out there? Or had the door gotten stuck against the pavement again?

Unable to tamp down my curiosity, I traced my way to the front of the store and flung open that door with a gigantic grin splashed across my face. “Welcome back to—”

My greeting ended abruptly when I found myself staring at an empty street. Confused, I glanced up, down, and all around until I finally found the source of all that noise I’d been hearing.

“Well, hello. Are you here to buy some candles?” I asked the all-white cat laid out on my doormat in the form of an extra fluffy bread loaf.

Said feline visitor responded by blinking slowly in the sunlight, showing off his large eyes—one blue and one a brilliant, sparkling gold.

“You are a pretty little thing,” I gushed as I bent to pat him on the head.

He allowed it but also gave no indication as to whether he enjoyed that small bit of intimacy. His fur was shiny and well-kept, and he appeared neither too thin nor too fat. He also didn’t have a collar secured around his neck.

“Who do you belong to, little fella?” I asked, still mesmerized by those majestic, mismatched eyes of his.

He, of course, did not answer, being a cat and unable to speak English. Didn’t even give me a pity meow.

So what was I supposed to do now? Feed him? Bring him inside until I could locate the owners? Drop him off at the local animal shelter and hope for the best? And were our nearby places ‘no kill’ shelters, or would consigning him to one be like signing a death warrant? I had no idea.

And I really didn’t know what to do; however, I did know just the person who might. I fished my cell phone from my cardigan pocket. Aunt Linda hated that I kept it there since it made the garment fall unevenly, but it was really the most convenient place, being that my skirt pockets were always far too small, if even present at all. Honestly, if men wore skirts, the pockets would come down to the hemline, but that was a rant for another day.

“Hello?” my cousin answered after the second ring.

“Angie, I found a cat, and now I don’t know what to do,” I ground out, glancing up and down the street to confirm I was all alone with this strange visiting feline.

She laughed. “It can’t be as bad as you’re making it sound. What’s the problem? Did you find the cat from Pet Sematary?”

I knew enough to catch the reference to a horror film—or was it a book? —but that was about it. I far preferred sweeping Regency romances to anything scary. Also, jokes didn’t exactly help with my real-life problem. “What do I do with him?”

“Does he have a collar?” Angie asked, sobering up and now ready to offer some help, thank goodness.

“No.”

“Does he look scrawny and dirty like he could be a stray?”

“No.”

“Then I’d say take him to the vet and get him scanned for a microchip,” Angie concluded. My cousin really did have a way with animals that felt almost preternatural at times. She got on with all creatures great and small, the same way I did with my candles, which probably made me sound pretty sad by comparison. But I promise it’s the honest truth.

I flashed the cat a thumbs-up so that he would know the call had been a success. “Oh, good idea. Thanks.”

“I’ve gotta go. We just had a big case come in, and I’m off to meet with the client at his office.” Angie sounded distracted, tired. I’d let her go now and check in on her later to see how it all had gone.

“Well, la-di-da, Miss Big-Time Investigator. Good luck.”

After a quick goodbye, I shoved the phone back into my pocket and appraised the cat who had found his way to my doorstep. “I don’t even know what to call you, so I guess I’ll just go with Mr. Cat. There’s a fifty percent chance you’re a boy, right?”

He flicked his tail and stared at me from those gorgeous, mismatched eyes. I could get lost in those swirling depths if I wasn’t careful.

“Right, well, Mr. Cat. I’m going to call my aunt in to watch the store, and then the two of us are headed for the vet’s office.”

Mr. Cat let out a low growl. It was so low that I wasn’t quite sure I’d heard anything at all.

“Not for shots or anything like that. Just to see if you belong to somebody, okay?” I reached out to offer a reassuring pet, but he jerked out of my reach.

He growled again, much louder this time, then hissed and ran off down the cobblestone street.

Shoot!

I ran a few steps after him, but he moved so quickly that chasing him would obviously be a lost cause.

Which I guessed meant that was it, then.

Mr. Cat was gone, and I’d probably never see him again.

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