The Sergeant's Christmas Mission. Joanna Sims

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      “I have to get my boys to school.” She glanced at her phone to check the time. “We’re running late. As usual.”

      “Ok. Well. Nice meetin’ ya.” Shane opened his door, about to walk back inside and get back to the business of finding a beer and lying back down on the couch, when Rebecca stopped him.

      “Wait.” She waved her hand at him. “This wasn’t a social call.”

      Rebecca jogged over to the spot where her sons had been waiting for her, picked up the squirming kitten and headed his way with her two boys following along behind her.

      Great, Shane thought. I threw one back and four jumped into the boat.

      “We found this poor little kitten under the front porch this morning.” Rebecca held up the wiggly, bedraggled kitten for him to see. “Is it yours?”

      Shane got within three feet of the scraggly black-and-white kitten and started to sneeze.

      “No.” He shook his head. He had always been highly allergic.

      “Then we can keep him,” the younger of the two boys said to his mom.

      “I’m sorry, Caleb,” Rebecca said in a soft, but firm, tone. “We can’t.”

      She handed the older boy the keys to the car. “Carson, you and your brother wait for me in the car. I’ll be right there.”

      The kitten was making a high-pitched cry and Shane had a feeling the little creature was hungry, thirsty and missing its mom.

      “I’m not sure what to do with him.” Rebecca tried, unsuccessfully, to soothe the kitten. “I can’t just lock him up in the house. I don’t have a kitty box or food. Is there a shelter in town? Do you know?”

      She talked so fast that Shane couldn’t figure out when he was supposed to respond. That high-pitched crying noise was making his headache worse. While he was trying to figure out a solution to the problem, the kitten finally managed to twist out of Rebecca’s hands; the moment it hit the ground, the kitten bolted through the crack in his front door, into his house.

      “Oh!” Rebecca exclaimed. “I’m so sorry! I’ll go get him.”

      The last thing he wanted was for his new landlady, who held the fate of his address in her hands, to venture into his dungeon. No one went in there and that’s how he liked it.

      “No.” Shane blocked her path. “You’re late. Get your boys to school. I’ll catch the kitten.”

      “Catch?” She had turned away, paused and turned halfway back to him, the expression on her face concerned.

      “Not in a mean way. I’m allergic.” He tried to reassure her. “But I love all animals.”

      Rebecca hesitated for a moment longer, appearing to be conflicted. “Are you sure?”

      “Yes.” He frowned at her, not liking how distrustful she was of him. “I’ve got this.”

      She thanked him, seemingly relieved to have a solution for the kitten, and without glancing back at him, jogged toward the carport on the other side of the house.

      Shane scratched his long beard with a yawn as he shut the front door of his house.

      “Damn.” The soldier stood in his galley kitchen, noticing, as if for the first time, how truly messy his small garage apartment had become. It was a dump. And it smelled.

      On his way to the living room, Shane picked up the clothing and trash on the floor. If the kitten wanted to remain hidden in this disaster zone, he could do it. The first thing he really needed to do was get some light into the place. So Shane did something that he hadn’t done in months—he opened the curtains and let the sunlight in.

      Balls of dust were kicked up into the air when he yanked open the curtains. Coughing, Shane waved the air in front of his face. Dust was going up his nose and into his throat. After he got his coughing under control, Shane began the task of finding the kitten.

      He’d always had horrible allergies, and now, with the dust stirred up and a kitten on the loose, he was sneezing one sneeze after another.

      “Quit it!” Shane snapped, frustrated at his own nose. He grabbed a roll of toilet paper out of the bathroom, knowing that a box of tissues hadn’t entered his apartment ever, and blew his nose every couple of minutes while he tried to find the kitten.

      He searched the living room, picking up the trash as he went. The kitten wasn’t there. Shane made a second cursory inspection of the tiny bathroom before he headed into his cramped bedroom. He tried to flip on the single overhead light, but then realized that the bulb had burned out sometime last month. Or maybe it was the month before that.

      “Recon.” He spoke to his companion. “You haven’t seen a renegade kitten, have you?”

      Shane tried to open the curtain covering the window in the bedroom. When it didn’t move, he yanked a little too hard and the entire structure, curtain and curtain rod, crashed onto the ground at his feet.

      More dust sprayed into the air, making Shane cough and sputter. “Damn it!”

      This day was not going according to his usual plan. He should still be sleeping off his hangover, not worrying about a stowaway kitten.

      Shane used a dirty T-shirt he found on the floor to wipe his eyes and his face. Then he balled up the T-shirt and threw it back down on the floor. Recon had lifted his head and was watching him curiously. That was when Shane noticed that his canine companion was harboring the kitten.

      “Recon.” The ex-soldier walked over to the side of the bed he rarely used. “Didn’t I just ask you about this kitten?”

      The kitten was curled up tightly in a ball between Recon’s legs. The only way the kitten could have gotten up onto the bed was if Recon had put the kitten in his mouth like a chew toy and lifted him.

      “Look, buddy. Don’t get attached. You hear me?” Shane stared at the odd pair. “That kitten’s not staying.”

      But, when he reached his hands out to the take the kitten from the safe haven, Recon growled. Recon never growled at him.

      “What was that?” Shane asked, surprised. He pulled his hands back.

      Recon rested his head on his paws, providing complete cover for the sleeping kitten.

      The soldier stood by the bed, stumped by his dog’s behavior. Recon was acting as if he was protecting a favored toy. Recon had always been friendly to cats and kids; he looked big and scary, but he was a sweet dog. But he’d never adopted a kitten before.

      “Listen to me, Recon. I’m going to clean up and then I’m coming back for that kitten. So be prepared.” Shane pointed his finger at Recon with a sneeze. “You can’t keep him.”

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