Midnight, the dark and enigmatic, is the abandoned one.Īnd now, almost without any thought, I had taken on a third cat Tabitha, a lovely orange tabby the resident cat who came with the house. How could I further complicate my life in England with a feral cat of unknown temperament, who was uncontrollable by anyone else?Ĭatrine, the brown tabby is the resurrected one. How could I have followed that with the rescue of a tiny little drowned catling who came alive with the beat of my heart, and is the closest thing to an actual child I will likely ever know? With a very few, exceptional cats, they could communicate with me.īut how, I asked myself, how could I have managed in the last two years to meet an amazing Siamese in Scotland, who led me into adventures I could never have foreseen? With some special cats, I could communicate. They found me wherever I laid my head, and that phenomenon started a very long time ago. That was before I gathered three cats around me. I was a rolling stone that gathers no moss, a wanderer free to go anywhere my work demanded, at any time. I truly never expected to find myself as a homeowner.
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