At 2:30 a.m., the emergency room at Chambersburg Hospital smells like antiseptic and sadness. Also a hint of fear. Luckily, it's not crowded because I'm wearing an oversized puffy blue ski jacket in the middle of May.
I spot the security guard's office. "Northwest corner," I whisper to the inside of my jacket. I crouch down slowly, trying not to arouse suspicion. "Okay," I whisper, "thirty minutes. I'll be in the car. You know the drill." As quickly as I can, I place Jay Catsby on the linoleum floor, and he immediately darts across the room. I've already lost sight of him. I stand up quickly. If the waiting patients noticed anything, it is not evident.
I exit the emergency room and head to the parking lot. I was only there six minutes. My job is done.
The rest of the plan is up to him.
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The Nine Lives of Jay Catsby (#OnceUponNow)
FantasyThis story is about the bond between Steve, a bottom-rung journalist, and the cat he encounters by chance. The relationship is aided (and at times, complicated) by the cat's ability to speak (to Steve only), and also its ability to save nine lives o...
