“You mister, need to go on a diet,” Helen said to her overly plump, gray Persian cat stretching across the kitchen countertop. He gave her a lazy gaze and purred contentedly, swishing his fluffy tail.
Helen noticed the unlocked doggy door and in a panic hollered to her pet Chihuahua, “Taco, come to momma baby and don’t make me look for you!”
When he didn’t come, she hurried out the door and frantically searched the neighborhood. Meanwhile, Renfro yawned and dropped to the floor. He wriggled through the doggy door and waddled to mid- yard, where he choked up a tangled hairball containing a few small bones and Taco’s rhinestone-studded collar.