by Author Grace Augustine
August 6, 2014, a friend and I had plans for lunch. She came by my place and, as we made our way to her vehicle, we heard a relentless meow coming from under my mobile home. My friend assured me if it was still there when we returned, we were investigating.
Well, the meow was still there...faint, raspy, but still there.
My friend unlatched the skirting of my mobile home and got down on her knees with a flashlight. What she found was this tiny kitten in awful shape--dehydrated, hungry, infested with ear mites, and infection in both eyes.
The only thing I had in the house to feed it was deli turkey lunchmeat. I finely chopped it up and took it outside to give to the kitten, who, by this time, was nuzzling up to my friend's neck.
She set the kitten down and it chowed down the food. When it was picked up, it began purring and nestled right up against my friend's neck again. There was no way I could allow this little thing to be outside all night.
We brought her inside, put a towel in the bottom of a laundry basket and duct taped the handles of another basket on top. The kitten was silent. I was worried it may not make it through the night.
The afternoon we found the kitten
First thing the next morning, my son and I took it to the vet. She weighed 1.3 lbs. She'd also won my heart! We weren't going to keep her, but the more she was in our home, the more she felt a part of our home.
Two Weeks after finding Miss Bou
I'm happy to say, Ms. Babou weighs in at a little under 11 lbs, is a happy 3 yr old who rules this domain...and her people. She also has been known to do newsletter and blog takeovers on my website!
Ms. Bou's author photo
In Ethereal Authority, Book 2 of The Diva to the Guides Trilogy, you meet Simon. Simon is no ordinary feline. Simon has special powers and puts them to work saving his owner. Here is an excerpt: http://a.co/iybrGaD
"Charisse tried to shift her body. A sharp object under her
left hip prevented her from moving.
“Don’t panic,
Miss.”
Charisse felt a warm blanket of
comfort wash over her at that point. She knew Simon understood where she was
and what was going on. Not only had she
had to deal with these gifts she didn’t understand, she’d been adopted by a cat
who seemed to now own her. Simon The Cat
had special abilities, too.
In a world that
seemed so simple, nothing was: the gifts Charisse didn’t understand, the jobs
she held that used those gifts, Simon The Cat, who was now her familiar and
best friend. All of this she had to figure out by herself. If only her mom
could be here to teach her how to develop and use these gifts."
