Mari's Musings

My feline friend is my cat, Annabelle. I discovered her and her four brothers under an Annabelle Hydrangea bush in my garden. I searched for the feral mother, who I had seen going in and out of the bushes, but she had disappeared. I found homes for all the kittens but Anna. I could tell she had already found her home. Being the runt of the litter, her fragile form fit in the palm of my hand. I would gently caress Anna’s throat while I nursed her with the tiny drops of formula on my fingertips. Tending to Anna each day took me away from my hectic lists of things to get done. Sitting still I noticed the reflection of a prism of light in the bird bath, a cardinal preening her wings at the edge of the water, cotton ball clouds drifting above me, and heard the tiniest hum of a purr from my new friend.

 

Anna is now eleven years old, and has grown to be quit independent. She now rules my garden and brings me mice as gifts. It seemed fitting that she be one of the characters in my book, Betty and her Red Wagon. It might be my imagination, but Anna is acting a little bit uppidy now that she is one of the main characters of my book.

 

I hope you enjoy Anna’s journey with Betty and Her Red Wagon!

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7/31/22