My Husband's Secret Cat

Synopsis

My husband, Andrew Goodwin's, college sweetheart, Sophie, died and came back as a cat. Now she ate imported cat food and slept in a luxury cat condo, and she bit me and scratched me whenever she felt like it. If I showed even the slightest hint of annoyance, Andrew tore into me. "Why are you jealous of a cat? Sophie's gone, and this cat is all I have left of her. I'm trying to hold onto her memory. What's wrong with that?" The cat gave me a smug look and curled up in my husband's arms. Andrew stroked her fur and said in that sickeningly sweet voice, "Poor Sophie. If I could do it all over again, I'd make sure you had my child so you wouldn't be alone." I pressed my lips together. I could make sure she wasn't alone right now. So I took her to the park, where there were plenty of stray cats roaming around. Those tomcats in heat were going to love her.