“What’s gotten into you?” he wondered, blinking in sudden frustration.“Not you, that’s for a certainty.”

“What’s gotten into you?” he wondered, blinking in sudden frustration.“Not you, that’s for a certainty.”

“Right,” Thatcher said, “let’s have a look at her.”Katherine hesitated. The kitten was fast asleep in her arms and she was afraid to wake her. “Something amiss?” Thatcher asked.Katherine giggled at her capricious emotions and shoved the kitten into the surgeon’s arms. The animal woke up as Thatcher examined it. He set the kitten on the deck and watched as she wobbled around on clumsy paws. “Yes,” Thatcher nodded conclusively. “This is indeed a cat.”

“What’s gotten into you?” he wondered, blinking in sudden frustration.“Not you, that’s for a certainty.”