“Coming!” Ricky walks out, yawning. “Where’s your friend? I thought you were bringing someone to adopt one of the kittens.”

“Jazz?” I check my phone as Ricky lets Zeno lick his entire face in an enthusiastic greeting. “She’ll be here in ten minutes. Any other takers?”

“For the kittens?” Ricky picks up Mano and walks over to the examination room. I trail after him, letting Zeno follow me at his own pace. “We had one interested party, but the girl didn’t want a calico ...