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“Sam, your cat’s creeping me out again.”
Samantha Harper – called Sam by everyone who knew her – stuck her head out of the kitchen in her tiny apartment. Sure enough, her emerald eyed Ghost was staring at her current boyfriend. She’d rescued Ghost from a pack of teenage bullies who were bent on killing the tiny kitten he’d been. After bringing him home to nurse him back to health, he’d never left.
She shook her head as her boyfriend started pulling away from Ghost. Tom Williams was a weird one. She’d met him one night after work and he’d attached himself to her. He was a sweet guy, if a little dense at times. But he was fun to be with and she liked his sense of humor.
She sighed. “Did you pet him?”
“No. I sat down and he jumped up next to me. He hasn’t blinked in the last five minutes,” Tom said.
“Ghost, come here, baby,” Sam called, clicking her tongue on the roof of her mouth. Ghost blinked but didn’t move. “Ghost, do you want some tuna?” Sam returned to the kitchen and got out one of the cans of tuna fish she kept for her cat. She hated the stuff but Ghost loved it.
She put a few spoonfuls on a saucer and sealed the rest up in a dish and put it in the fridge. She set it out in the dining room. Ghost continued staring at Tom. “I don’t think he’s interested,” Tom said.
“Huh, that’s weird. He’s always come running when there was tuna on the line,” Sam said. She ducked back into the kitchen as the pot of pasta she was cooking started to boil over. “Just ignore him. He’ll get bored and wander off eventually.”
She didn’t hear his footsteps, but he was suddenly behind her. “Want some help?” Tom asked, way too close for her personal comfort.
“No, I don’t need it. Besides, the kitchen is too small for both of us,” Sam said, trying to back up. Tom stayed with her until she was pressed up against the fridge. “Why don’t you go sit down in the living room? Food will be ready soon.”
“I might just want something more than food,” Tom said. As he reached for her, he let out a blood curdling scream and jumped back.
Ghost was attached to his leg, teeth and claws gouging his flesh. A gun dropped out of Tom’s pocket. “What the fuck?” Sam kicked the gun under the fridge and slammed a fist into Tom’s face. Tom dropped like a rock. Ghost didn’t let go. “Ghost, baby, let him go now.” Ghost growled as she reached down to move him. “Okay then. You stay there while I call the cops.” She grabbed her cell phone and dialed 911.
When the police collected him, one of them told her that “Tom” had no less than seventeen warrants out for his arrest for sexual assault, battery, and attempted murder. “You were very lucky, ma’am,” he said. “What gave him away?”
Sam, who was holding Ghost in her arms, snuggled him closer. “My cat. He knew something was up and protected me.”
“Animals will do that, ma’am. They’re sometimes smarter than people,” the officer said. “Lock your doors up tight and take care.”
Sam carried Ghost back in the house. He was purring and rubbing up against her face. She took him into the bathroom and washed the blood from his face and paws. He stayed calm and collected for it. She took him back into the living room and cuddled with him on the couch. She looked into his emerald green eyes. “Thanks, Ghost. I owe you one.”
She could have sworn a soft voice said in the back of her mind, You saved me. Now I’ve saved you.