Pawprints in the Clouds: Pawprints, #3

By Dara Girard

Paul Gibbons didn't particularly like cats.

He especially didn't like cats bearing gifts.

So when a striped grey showed up on his doorstep with a grisly one, he wanted to throw it away.

Reeling from his own loss, he didn't want to accept anything from anyone or anything. The last thing he wanted to do was help.

Until the cat asked for a favor he couldn't ignore.

The third fantasy short story in the  Pawprints series.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ilori Press Books
• Release date: Nov 14, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393356189

Dara Girard

Dara Girard fell in love with storytelling at an early age. Her romance writing career happened by chance when she discovered the power of a happy ending. She is an award-winning author whose novels are known for their sense of humor, interesting plot twists, and witty dialogue. Dara loves to hear from her readers. You can reach her at [e-mail] or P.O Box 10345, Silver Spring, MD 20914.

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Pawprints in the Clouds

Pawprints in the Clouds

Dara Girard

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About the story

Paul Gibbons didn’t particularly like cats.

He especially didn’t like cats bearing gifts.

So when a striped grey showed up on his doorstep with a grisly gift, he wanted to throw it away.

Reeling from his own loss, he didn’t want to accept anything from anyone or anything. The last thing he wanted to do was help.

Until the cat asked for a favor he couldn’t ignore.

The third fantasy short story in the Pawprints series.

Pawprints in the Clouds

Paul Gibbons had a favorite animal.

It wasn’t a cat.

When he opened the front door to his house and saw the dead chickadee on his doormat, one wing broken and its tiny claws up in the air, he remembered why. Walter had been there. The striped grey always liked leaving gifts. Paul had told the stubborn cat to stop, that it wasn’t necessary, but the cat refused to listen.

Nothing new there. Cats rarely listened to him.

Paul sighed, grabbed a rubber glove from his hallway closet and bent to dispose of the gift, but before he