Mom was mad yesterday because she didn’t have her car. I like it when the car’s in the shop. If Mom has a car, she just goes away in it. Or, worse than that, takes me to the vet in it! But she was worried, so I did some cat magic and fixed it. Mom thinks Mr. Merritt fixed it, but it was really me. You believe that, don’t you?
It didn’t make much difference, Mom not having a car, anyway. Charlie took her places she needed to go, and sometimes friends. Mom has too many friends.
One of the places one of her friends took her was to the funeral home to see her friend who died. Actually, she went to see another friend, who is the sister of the one who died (Shirley). She said there were lots of people there, and lots of pictures of Shirley when she was younger. They made Mom remember her friend during all the time she knew her, even things she had forgotten. For some reason, that made Mom feel better. People are odd, aren’t they?
Mom is also feeling happy because she got a thing she calls a “residual” from a story she sold to Marion Zimmer Bradley’s SWORD & SORCERESS XXII. It looked like a little piece of paper to me, but Mom seemed very pleased. I didn’t like that story; it doesn’t have any cats in it.
Mom’s going to read this post when she gets up and say, “Oh, Katya, you did not fix my car! I know you would, if you could, but you don’t have magic powers! It was the ABS, whatever that is, and Mr. Merritt fixed it and reset the computer so the lights calmed down.”
Well, Mom, if I don’t have magic powers, how do I disappear so you can’t find me anywhere, and then walk right out of the place you just searched? If I don’t have magic powers, how can I go through you when you’re trying to keep me out (or in)? How do I always know when you need extra snuggles and extra-loud purrs? And those are only some of my special abilities!
Mom says grandma told her that grandma had a visitor the other evening: A RACCOON! It was on her storm door grill, looking in and acting not afraid of her and her two cats, and trying to find a way INSIDE! Mom thinks it might have been somebody’s pet, turned out to fend for itself in the wild. Mom says people do that to their animals sometimes. I think she’s just trying to scare me. Nobody would be that mean! Would they?
A WRITING PROMPT FOR COMPANION ANIMALS: (Not just cats, because some of my readers are dogs and rats and birds.) A companion animal does something special and magical for a human animal.