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The
blood
on
his
mouth
and
ruff
...
the
way
his
neck
turned
...
But
he
was
a
doctor
,
not
a
vet
.
He
had
made
a
misdiagnosis
--
that
was
all
.
It
had
hardly
been
under
the
best
circumstances
for
close
examination
,
squatting
on
Jud
's
lawn
in
twenty-degree
temperatures
,
the
light
almost
gone
from
the
sky
.
And
he
had
been
wearing
gloves
.
That
could
have
--
A
bloated
,
misshapen
shadow
rose
on
the
tiled
bathroom
wall
,
like
the
head
of
a
small
dragon
or
of
some
monstrous
snake
;
something
touched
his
bare
shoulder
lightly
and
skidded
.
Louis
jerked
upward
galvanically
,
splashing
water
out
of
the
tub
and
soaking
the
bathmat
.
He
turned
,
cringing
back
at
the
same
time
,
and
stared
into
the
muddy
yellow-green
eyes
of
his
daughter
's
cat
,
who
was
perched
on
the
lowered
seat
of
the
toilet
.
Church
was
swaying
slowly
back
and
forth
as
if
drunk
.
Louis
watched
,
his
body
crawling
with
revulsion
,
a
scream
barely
held
back
in
his
mouth
by
his
clamped
teeth
.
Church
had
never
looked
like
this
--
had
never
swayed
,
like
a
snake
trying
to
hypnotize
its
prey
--
not
before
he
was
fixed
and
not
afterward
.
For
the
first
and
last
time
he
played
with
the
idea
that
this
was
a
different
cat
,
one
that
just
looked
like
Ellie
's
,
a
cat
that
had
just
wandered
into
his
garage
while
he
was
putting
up
those
shelves
,
and
that
the
real
Church
was
still
buried
under
that
cairn
on
the
bluff
in
the
woods
.
But
the
markings
were
the
same
...
and
the
one
ragged
ear
...
and
the
paw
that
had
that
funny
chewed
look
.
Ellie
had
slammed
that
paw
in
the
back
door
of
their
little
suburban
house
when
Church
was
little
more
than
a
kitten
.
It
was
Church
,
all
right
.
"
Get
out
of
here
,
"
Louis
whispered
hoarsely
at
him
.
Church
stared
at
him
a
moment
longer
--
God
,
his
eyes
were
different
,
somehow
they
were
different
--
and
then
leaped
down
from
the
toilet
seat
.
He
landed
with
none
of
the
uncanny
grace
cats
usually
display
.
He
staggered
awkwardly
,
haunches
thudding
against
the
tub
,
and
then
he
was
gone
.
It
,
Louis
thought
.
Not
he
;
it
.
Remember
,
it
's
been
spayed
.
He
got
out
of
the
tub
and
dried
off
quickly
,
jerkily
.
He
was
shaved
and
mostly
dressed
when
the
phone
rang
,
shrill
in
the
empty
house
.
When
it
sounded
,
Louis
whirled
,
eyes
wide
,
hands
going
up
.
He
lowered
them
slowly
His
heart
was
racing
.
His
muscles
felt
full
of
adrenaline
.
