As the minutes passed, more members of the crew came in. There was Clark, one of the cameramen, who explained to Hannah that he’d be shooting some footage of Moishe that afternoon, and Coop, the soundman, who’d be there, too. Lars, the head electrician, told Hannah that when it came to the film world, the terminology was different than it was in everyday life. For instance, the men who handled electrical cables were called grips. Dom, the assistant director, chimed in to tell her that the people who handled animal actors were called wranglers even if the animal in question wasn’t a horse, and she would be listed in the screen credits at the end of the film, which were called a crawl, as the cat wrangler. That tickled Hannah’s funny bone and she chuckled about it all the way back to the counter to get three Old Fashioned Sugar Cookies for Frances, the middle-aged woman who told Hannah that she was the script girl.

Hannah was just heading back to the counter for the second time to get Jared, the set decorator, a refill on his coffee when she happened to notice that the swinging door between the coffee shop and the kitchen was inching open. As the watched, an orange-and-white leg poked out and a moment after that, Moishe’s head appeared. Hannah was just springing into action to catch her errant feline before he could disturb the cast and crew, when there was a startled yowl and Moishe was pulled back into the kitchen.

“Uh-oh,” Hannah breathed. Norman and Mike had offered to take care of Moishe, but he must have gotten away from them. They couldn’t cat-sit forever and it was time to figure out a way to keep him confined to the kitchen where he wouldn’t bother anyone. She motioned for Lisa to refill Jared’s mug, pointed to herself and then to the kitchen door, and hurried to take care of the problem.

“Sorry about that,” Mike said, as soon as Hannah came through the door. “He got away from us for a second. We decided we’re going to take him out there.”

Hannah shook her head. “I don’t think that’s

”

The rest of Hannah’s sentence was drowned out by a massive yowl. Moishe had regained his vocal power and he was exercising it to the fullest.

“I don’t think he’s going to settle for less,” Norman observed. “Come on, Big Boy. Let’s go.”

Without another word to Hannah, Norman picked Moishe up and headed toward the coffee shop with Mike following in his wake. Hannah just stared after them as the door swung closed.