Page 29 of Rock Chick Bonus Tracks

“Go to sleep, Sunshine,” he urged.

“Okay, Whisky,” she whispered but didn’t let go of his hand.

She held it there, all night.

And their first Christmas a memory neither of them would forget, Hank woke up with her hand right there, curled around his, the next morning.

Track 4

Rock Chick Renegade

His

Boo

This was unacceptable.

Since the New Human showed (who Boo liked, he smelled good and Boo liked the way he looked at Boo’s Primary Human), Boo’s schedule had been disrupted.

Boo wasn’t thrilled about this, and as was his duty, he let them know at his every convenience.

But no one, not even the human next door (who he considered his Secondary Human), had come to feed him his breakfast. (He was thinking with the way his Primary looked at the New Human, that human was going to be the new Secondary Human, and the next-door human was going to be, well…the Next-Door Human, known to other humans as “Nick”).

Next-Door Human did not excel at the simple feat of breakfast. He didn’t break up Boo’s food like Primary did. She knew exactly how he liked his breakfast, though, her portions were puny, and he wasn’t fond of the fact she didn’t make up for them with his required amount of treats. She was also a good cuddler, she liked to talk to him as much as he liked to talk to her, and she kept his litter box clean. Therefore, he didn’t complain…too much.

But still, unbroken-up-correctly food was better thanno food at all.

The light outside had gone up and down, and still,no breakfast.

He didn’t count his kibble, of which there was plenty. Everyone knew kibble didn’t count.

So.

Entirely…

Unacceptable.

So unacceptable, obviously, when he heard the key in the door in the back, he jumped off his throne at the front by the window (he had many thrones, indeed, every surface in the house was his throne) and pranced toward the kitchen to let them knowpreciselyhow he felt about this delay.

He saw the light switch on before he got there.

He entered the room, noted it was New Secondary, not Primary (which wasn’t entirely unusual, but he still found it concerning).

And then he got a good look at New Secondary’s face: the human Primary called “Vance.”

Boo decided to delay his litany of complaints because something really was not right.

New Secondary (that was Vance) took two steps in, his eyes never leaving Boo.

Boo didn’t take his eyes off Vance either.

Then the human did something funny.

And Boo knew.

He knew.

So when Vance folded down, right on the kitchen tile, sitting cross legged, still staring at Boo, Boo knew right what to do.

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