The retired old dentist, Dr. Blagojevich, became exhausted as he hurried to climb several flights of stairs all the way up to the top. He knew that the time had come for him to free his most treasured pet “Cat” whom he had kept in the apartment on the fourth floor of his redbrick apartment building for 10 years. His heart was racing. He knew this was the end.
The doctor used to have tenants, but the headaches became too much. The last one moved out twelve years ago. Two years before “Cat” came into his life. Now he had his privacy and more importantly peace and quiet. Much of that quiet time he spent playing with his precious pet on the fourth floor.
“Cat” was just one of many of his pets. More than two dozen furry little creatures were wandering about. He allowed the others to come and go up and down Kent Street as they pleased, but “Cat” was different. He always kept her in the house.
When Dr. Blagojevich and his late wife, Velma, first came to America from Poland fifty years ago, they settled in this neighborhood. Greenpoint, Brooklyn had been a heavily Polish enclave of New York City for many decades. It was a welcoming community where they fit in.
The Blagojevich’s had hoped to raise a family here, but they soon discovered that they couldn’t have children. It was a hard pill to swallow, but with time they came to accept it. That was when Velma began insisting that the couple should have cats. The cats became their surrogate children. Initially, there were only three of them.
As a retiree and a widower, Dr. Blagojevich had been very lonely. He paid little attention to his cats beyond feeding them, as they multiplied and spread throughout the neighborhood like wild weeds. Then one night ten years ago, as he was taking out the garbage, a small child of no more than two wandered up to him.
The toddler was a stranger to the old man, yet she boldly waddled to him with her arms extended upward. The former dentist immediately smiled, leaned forward, and scooped the babe up in his arms. Looking up and down Kent Street he carried her into his abode. From that moment little Catherine Grant became his favorite pet. "Cat" was an abbreviation for Catherine.
The doctor’s days were filled with the joy that comes with raising a child. It lasted until this morning when the detectives from the New York City Police Department appeared at his front door with a search warrant.
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