underneath here. Susan was close enough that I could grab her, but the other one crawled farther inside.”
Another faint squeak came from beneath the soil.
Greg picked up the shovel.
“I’m trying to widen the opening without making the dirt collapse on it.”
I looked from my husband to the kitten in his arms.
Then to Michael’s blanket.
Then to the hole.
“What exactly is happening?”
Greg winced.
“Can we talk after I get the other kitten out?”
“No.”
“Laura.”
“No, Greg. You’ve been leaving our bed every night
