The Christmas Cat 3: The Christmas Cat Tails Series, #3

By Peter Scottsdale

★★★★  "What a great 'feel good' story (after you get through the 'feel bad' part!).  This book is a perfect example of why pets come into (and out of) our lives and help us heal ourselves."

- Linda Penner (author of A Hitman Is Cheaper Than Divorce: How to Stop Dragging That Breakup Ball and Chain)

 

A Third Feline Surprise For The Holidays

 

It's Christmas Eve and Alan wants to die.His life is ruined and now he will let the bitter cold finish him off. On his way to death, Alan meets a Ragdoll Kitten – a gift from God for a man who needs to see the light. He has stood in darkness for too long – no job, no money, no woman, no home. Light breaks through in the form of the Ragdoll Kitten, leading him to romance and faith. In this inspirational romance, Alan and his cat must rebuild from nothing. But the evil returns, threatening to destroy him, his love and his Christmas cat. Will they survive the darkness or be led down the path of no return?

 

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Authors note: It disappoints me to say this, but "The Christmas Cat 3" is not my best book. I could have done better (and, I believe, I have done better in subsequent books). I am leaving this book published because some readers have enjoyed it - few they may be. I hope you like it, but if not - I apologize.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Peter Scottsdale
• Release date: Dec 9, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393654360

Peter Scottsdale

Hi Book Lover, I write about cats - just cats. I write both fiction, like cozy cat mysteries & thrillers, and nonfiction, like fascinating or bizarre cat facts.  I hope you find my books funny, thrilling, suspenseful and informative.  I live in Alberta, Canada with my two fabulous felines, Alley and Tanzy. And, yes, I love kitties! Life is all about cats, Peter Scottsdale 

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Sharon is booked for surgery. She needs her dog-loving Grandma to care for her Siamese kitten - Jasper. Reluctantly, Grandma agrees, not expecting the friskiness that comes with the kitty. Can she deal with this rascal of a cat? And when Jasper eats the wrong thing, will he and Grandma survive this tale of love, loss and misadventure?

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Chapter One

The cold pulled at his body heat when he stepped outside his motel room door.  The weather app on his iPhone revealed a -35 degree temperature with a wind chill of -47 degrees.  Just the way he wanted it.

He walked to the stairs of the Sunrise Motel and stepped down to the ground floor.  The freezing temperature drew warmth from his body.  He’d left his winter coat in his room, and he felt it.  He’d shaved off his beard so the cold could freeze his face.

Good, he thought.  I don’t deserve to be warm.

Walking out of the motel parking lot, Alan went toward the highway where no buildings could shield him from the bitter winds.  Goosebumps appeared and disappeared on his skin as his body tried to get warm.  The winds blew up and cut him to the bone.  He wondered how long it will take him to die.  He wore a t-shirt, jeans and runners so he could freeze faster.

This winter had been hell, and he knew he’d be there soon.  His muscles tightened.  He shivered.  Five minutes past since he’d gone out to die.

Snow crunched beneath his feet as he passed through an open field by the highway.  He stopped and looked up.

Why did you do this to me? he said.

His mind and body wanted him to cross his arms to conserve heat, but the part that wanted him to die was stronger.  He left his arms at his sides.  The frigid gusts ravaged him and ripped out his warmth.  Hypothermia started to set in.

Death would happen soon, he knew it.  He welcomed it.  The cold burnt him – his arms, his face, his fingers, his back, his soul.  He shook.

Alan drew close to the highway, and considered ending it by being hit by a semi-truck as a quicker way to finish it.  No, he wanted a slow death.

He came to the highway ditch and watched the few cars out this dark night speed past.

He heard a meow.  A light, soft, barely audible meow.  Alan hadn’t heard such a meow before.  It sounded like a kitten, and he looked into the ditch.  A small ball of matted fur approached him.  She meowed again.

Looks like a Ragdoll.  

He stepped down with a slight stumble into the ditch where the temperature felt a few degrees warmer and the wind blew over the top.  He reached the kitten and picked her up.

She feels so cold.  Who would leave a kitten out on a night like this?

She cuddled into him.  She shivered and shook and so did Alan.  He knew if he died this night, so would she.  He wrapped both arms around her and climbed out of the ditch.  He had to get her out of this glacial weather as fast as he could.  It meant her life.

He moved as quickly as he could across the field back toward the motel.  The conditions slowed him down.  The subzero winds let up.  He wanted to run but knew that would create a wind chill as he hurried through the cold air.  Alan trudged through the snow not going as fast as he knew he had to.  She needed him.  He needed to get her warm.

The winds picked up again, blowing across his back.  The extreme winter temperatures dug deep into him.  He had never felt so cold.

He reached the edge of the field and stepped onto the motel parking lot.  Almost there.  The kitten didn’t move.  Alan didn’t want to pull his arms from her to check on