(a hard bonus word because of the âaâ between âtemperâ and âmentalâ). Now sheâs happierâwhich is better for her and for us. But she still has her moments! And sheâs been stressing about finishing the fish book on time.
Taco was sitting in the living room with his left paw stretched out in front of him. Maybelle said, âHe looks like the king of the beasts.â
I said, âOr the prince of the beasts.â
Lucia asked, âHas he purred yet?â
Pip said, âYes! For me and Ava and Maybelle!â
We told Carmen and Lucia to go up to him very slowly and brush him very gently. And sure enough, instead of bolting, Taco let them brush him. After a long, long while, he even turned on his rumble bumble rumble bumble motor and started purring and vibrating. Lucia pressed her ears against his side and he didnât run away!
âMás rápido,â Lucia whispered, and then, âMás lento.â But Taco didnât speed up or slow down. He kept purring at his very own speed.
Ava, Whose Cat is Purrrrrfect
1/17
TWO HOURS LATER
IN DR. GROSS'S WAITING ROOM
Dear Diary,
Iâm really worried about Taco!! After Maybelle and the twins went home, Dad and Pip went to a matinee, and I noticed that Taco started acting strange. His bathroom door was open, and he was going in and out and in and out. He was also crouching as if he had to pee but couldnât. His little behind was all quivery, and he looked at me with his big round eyes and gave a melancholy meow as if to tell me something was wrong. It seemed like he was even trying to pee outside his litter box, which he never does.
I went into the bathroom and saw a couple of tiny pink drops on the white bath mat. I didnât want to get Taco in trouble, but I thought Iâd better tell Mom.
But she wasnât home! I remembered that sheâd gone out for a walk with our neighbor, Mrs. Farris. I called Mom on her cell phone, but then I heard her phone buzzing in her purseâsheâd left it on the kitchen counter!
Taco looked up at meâbut not with a love-blink, more like an anxious expression. I was trying to figure out what to doâstay with him or get helpâand decided to put on my coat and boots and run to the park and find Mom.
At first I couldnât find her anywhere. Then I saw her way ahead, so I ran and ran and caught up to her.
Mom seemed surprised to see me. I told her about Taco, and I donât know what I expected her to say, but I did not expect her to say, âAva, we need to get Taco to the clinic immediately .â
âBut itâs Sunday!â
âLetâs hurry home. Iâll call Dr. Gross, and you get the cat carrier. We have no time to lose!â
We said good-bye to Mrs. Farris and ran back. Mom called Dr. Gross, and I got Taco into his carrier and held him on my lap as Mom drove. Mom and I both kept telling Taco things like, âDonât be scared,â and âDr. Gross is going to take care of you.â
Now weâre at the clinic, which would normally be closed. If regular people have a Sunday emergency, they have to drive to the animal hospital twenty-five minutes away. But Dr. Gross told Mom heâd meet us here.
Itâs strange to be sitting in the empty waiting room. Itâs hardly ever empty. Mom said I could watch the âprocedure,â but I was afraid to. I knew it would be better for me to write in you.
Writing always helps.
Iâm actually writing with the âmagic penâ Dad gave me, the silver one from the Dublin Writers Museum in Ireland, the one I almost lost. I barely use it anymore because I donât want to lose it again. But I grabbed it for luck, just in case.
Taco may need all the luck he can get!
Why is it taking so, so long? I donât like this!
Ava, Agonizing
1/17
back home without Taco!
Dear Diary,
Poor Taco Cat has to stay at the vetâs without us! Heâs back in a