2 CATastrophe by Chloe Kendrick Page B

look that up tomorrow if you’d like. I can’t really tell you about the person who adopted for confidentiality purposes, but if you have the person’s name and address, I can certainly tell you if it’s a mistake or legitimate entry. Would that work?”
    I agreed and told her that I’d meet her at 10am the following morning. Having put the file down, I had no desire to pick it back up again. It was approaching 9pm, and the thought of having nightmares about my sister again was more than I could handle. I’d had too many years of those dreams to ever need another. I chilled for a couple of hours watching TV and went to sleep without dreams.

Chapter 6
    The following morning at 10am, I was at Saved by the Bell, waiting on Allison. I’d been early, and no one from the facility was there yet. So I sat in the car and tried not to think about my sister and what else might be in the file. Allison finally showed up about 15 minutes after our meeting time, but since I was asking for a favor, I didn’t comment on her punctuality.
    She unlocked the door, threw her purse onto the chair behind the first desk in the office, and fired up the computer. Even though it was after 10, she headed for the coffee pot and turned it on. I thought she was being very trusting, given that I was only a few feet from the door and her purse, but she seemed to think I was worth the trust.
    After the coffee had brewed, she returned to the desk. “Now can you give me more information about the cats?”
    I pulled out my phone and read the information on the microchips to her as well as giving her descriptions of the cats. The level of information I provided made her feel more comfortable that I was legitimate. I showed her the app and explained how it worked. I almost felt as though I was a salesman for Brett. Honestly, I think she was far more interested in the app than she was in the details I’d requested.
    After about 10 minutes of discussing the pros and cons of the app, she finally pulled up the information. She broke out into a smile. “I remember these cats. They were adorable. They were adopted at about age three. They’d been together since birth. One of the cats was the definite alpha of the pair, and the other one followed him everywhere he went.”
    My ears perked up at this last statement. “Is that normal? I thought cats were more independent.”
    The girl sighed. “Most are, but you’ll see some dependency, especially if they’ve not had an easy life. They’ll rely on each other more than other cats would.”
    Since I was still only working for Brett on his app, I tried to keep my questions related to the two cats. “So there definitely were two of them? And they were adopted together?”
    “Yes, they were so attached that we wouldn’t have dreamed of splitting them up. It would have been too sad. They were in a good foster situation, so they could have stayed there until someone would love them both.”
    Knowing the proprietary nature of adoption centers, I already knew that they’d have detailed information about the family who took the cats. “As I shared with you on the phone,” I said, “I know Mrs. Miller, but I’m not good friends with her husband. Did you meet him during the adoption process?”
    “Just briefly. She was the person we dealt with most. Of course, since she lived in Ottawa Hills, there was little question that they’d be mistreated or that they couldn’t be provided for.” I saw the tinges of snobbery that would lead to Mrs. Miller getting away with details that other families would not.
    I just nodded. “Mr. Miller is, errr was, a very busy man. I’m sure it was hard for him to find time meet with people.”
    She gave me a broad grin, I presumed for understanding their position. “Is there anything else I can answer for you today? It does appear that your friend’s app is working properly. Does he have a timeframe for its introduction? I know a lot of people here would be interested in it.