My town is better known for its Royal Poinciana trees and Spanish architecture than for homicide. But then our dog, Zeus, a 75-pound husky, rushed out of our garage and breached the fence. He ran straight to our neighbor Gus’ house — well, Gus and his cats’ house — where six or seven cats spent their days napping in the front yard. Zeus knew this.
I charged after Zeus, who couldn’t be bothered to slow down as I yelled, “Zeus, stop!”
The cats scattered. Zeus ran after them into the backyard. While I was rounding the side of the house, Zeus appeared with a gray, striped tabby in his mouth. He dropped the cat and gave me a look like, “Hey, I got this for you.”
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