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Chapter 30 of the book Murder and the Feral Felines
Franci makes a decision
"Who Comes First?" by krprice
Franci has solved the murder mystery. Now she has to make a personal decision.

After the little ones were bedded down for a while, Leota retired to her room. Jeremy and I ended up in the kitchen where I washed all the syringes.
“Have you thought about us?” he asked
“Yes,” I said, looking him straight in the eyes. “And I’m not sure if I’ll always be able to put you first, put you before my cats.”
“Yeah,” he snapped. “That’s what I figured.” He spun around and stomped out.
I finished up in the kitchen, locked up, set the alarm, and went up to my bedroom.
My stomach tensed as I changed into my kitten decorated pajamas.
I was honest with him, but did I make the right decision?
“So you’ve gone and chased him away.” Aunt Viv floated above me, her red velvet caftan  floating on a non-existent breeze. “You’ll end up a spinster without a man or kids, only cats.”
“I have friends.” I glowered at her. “And I might be willing to settle for that.”
Aunt Viv vanished without a comment. So I crawled into bed, relaxing myself, letting the excitement of the day slip away and fell into dreamland.
After caring for the kits and eating breakfast, I climbed up into the attic. Aunt Viv joined me there, but she couldn’t help. Since it was Saturday, Leota had the day off and would care for the fur babies while I searched through Aunt Viv’s tax returns for the last seventy years to see if she had paid the taxes on her bonds. Fortunately, it took me only the weekend to learn she had.
Monday morning Mr. Carlson called.
“I have three checks for you,” he announced.
“I’ll be right down to get them.”
Once I picked them up at his office, I deposited them and returned home.
I had just gotten out of my coat when Mike Williams called.
“Good news,” he said. “I finally learned the value on all those bonds. Not only that, but I have buyers for the oldest ones.”
“Sell those you can,” I said. “And cash in those are no longer collecting interest. By the way, Aunt Viv paid taxes on the interest.”
“Great news. If everything goes as planned, you’ll get about five million dollars.”
“Did you say five million?”
“Thank you,” I told him. “Let me know when the cash or checks come in.”
“That I will.”

I danced around as adrenaline rushed through me. Now I would have to money to build my kitten nursery.
That evening a sour-faced Jeremy joined Jace, Liam, Greg, and Rosi at my house.
We had switched the older kittens around, so the boys and girls wouldn’t be together in case the
gals went into heat.
Jeremy returned Mitzi to the downstairs playroom, loaded up Shaggy and left quickly. Jace  and
Liam brought Mimi, and picked up Troy. Rosi and Greg dropped Layla off and took Jules home with them.
I had a houseful of kittens again. However, in another six to eight weeks, the kits in the incubator along with those little ones belonging to the four moms would be ready for a trip to the shelter and find forever homes. I had some decisions to make.
With the recent additions of Sassy, Milo, Ana, not to mention Tabby and Grainger, I couldn’t keep all of them. So I would be spending time after the holidays choosing who I would keep and who would be going to the shelter.
I loved them all, but I was a writer. I needed to get back to that since I had received the check from Aunt Viv’s agent for acceptance of book. That meant no revisions.
I cuddled all of them before leaving that decision to another day. It was almost Christmas, and this year Leota and I would spend it with Greg and Rosi. I couldn’t wait.
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