The cat had not been seen since she came back from her honeymoon and she hoped nothing had happened to the little fellow. “He found another home,” Syntian had assured her. But Lauren had agonized over her pet’s disappearance, wishing they had searched harder for him when they’d called him the day before the wedding. Lauren had meant to put him in the vet’s although Syntian had argued against it. “He’s a creature of nature, Lauren. He wouldn’t want to be locked up in a cage.” He’d kissed her. “He can fend for himself. Just leave some food with Agnes and Anna. They’ll feed him.” Padding down the stairs to fix breakfast for herself since Syntian never seemed to eat anything but canned tuna and salmon salads and globs of raw hamburger that made her stomach lurch. “How can you eat that stuff?” she’d asked him. “I like it.” His eating habits worried her, but he seemed healthy enough. At least he wasn’t filling up on red meat and demanding elaborate dishes she couldn’t cook.
