Usually, Jacks’ days unfolded like clockwork, steeped in the comforting rhythm of routine. But today, chaos reigned supreme. He surmised that the injured kitten might have tangled with another cat in the barn, though the thought seemed at odds with the harmonious nature he had come to expect from his barn cats.
His thoughts were abruptly interrupted as his other daughter, Giselle, came dashing out of the house, her face a canvas of urgency and concern, signaling that the disarray of the day was far from over.