A Cat Called Courage (or How the Colony Began)-Part 1
It was a rainy night in late April. I put on my London Fog raincoat and went out to the back of the property to cut rhubarb for a pie. Some people don’t like the rain. They don’t like to get wet. I am not one of those people. I don’t even need an umbrella (unless I have my hair done or am in dressy clothes for some reason). Personally, I find rain refreshing and storms poetic. While I was cutting the rhubarb I saw a cute little cat peering at me through the forsythia bushes (which were right behind me). He looked interested in me but would not approach me. He seemed very fascinated with my “cutting of the rhubarb” and watched from a distance. I felt sorry … Continue Reading
