Note: The Lowensteins are not bad Twolegs. It was actually just Mr. Kerr and Mr. Harris who were mean. Well, I guess you could say that Mr. Lowenstein isn't very nice to Graystripe. Also, I'll try to make this chapter longer. Please review!
They were at the Lowensteins' now.
Mr. Kerr and Mr. Harris stumbled out of the truck and opened the back door of the truck, where the gray cat's cage was.
Seeing the two men, the cat crouched down in fear.
Mr. Kerr grunted as he lifted the heavy cage, set it on the Lowensteins' large porch and rang the doorbell impatiently.
Mrs. Lowenstein opened the door. She was a tall, light-haired woman who was in her late thirties. Right away, Mrs. Lowenstein spotted the cat in the cage.
"Is that the cat we've been waiting for?" she asked.
"Yes," Mr. Harris answered in a low voice.
"Wonderful!" Mr. Lowenstein said.
A moment later, Mr. Lowenstein and their two children, seven-year old Larry and eleven-year-old Laura, came to the door.
"Oh, kitty!" Larry squealed. He reached his hand into the cage to pet the cat.
"No, Larry!" Mr. Lowenstein said. "That's a feral cat! That thing could have rabies and who knows what else? You are not to touch it until it gets its shots!"
Frightened, Larry snatched his hand back.
"Why don't we take the cat to the vet this afternoon?" Mrs. Lowenstein said gently.
"All right,"
"Okay, Davey," Mr. Harris said to Mr. Lowenstein. "Enjoy your new cat!" The two men went back to their truck, got in, shut the door and drove away.
The Lowensteins watched the two men drive away.
"Well, now what do we do?" Mr. Lowenstein questioned.
"We take him to the vet tomorrow," Mr. Lowenstein said before shutting the door.