I Rescued What I Thought Was a Dirty Puppy — But After Washing It, I Realized It Wasn’t a Dog at All.

This definitely qualified as an emergency.

I found his card in the kitchen junk drawer and called his cell number, praying he’d answer. It rang four times, and I was about to give up when I heard his voice. “Dr. Webb speaking.”

“Hi, Dr. Webb, this is Alex Morgan. We met at—”

“Alex from the coffee shop, right? The one who brought in that tabby with the continue reading …