Growing up I never had a pet. My father is allergic to anything with fur or feathers, and someday I'll explain why I should never, ever own a fish. So, no pets for me. Fast forward to my late 20s. I lived alone, and I'd been considering getting a pet for years. Finally, my best friend, Maretta, took me to the animal shelter where I found a beautiful black kitten. When all of the other kittens had left me to play with each other, this one stayed with me. When I picked her up, she curled up in my lap in a ball the size of a paperback novel, and went to sleep. I was smitten. I named her Viola after the character in Twelfth Night.
Jessie, being the kitty lover she is, loved my Viola too. So, knowing that I didn't have any kitty charms (yet), and that all of my charms were solely sterling silver (at the time), bought this beautiful charm for me. I love it because the amber ball reminds me of Jessie's hair. The kitty playing with the ball reminds me of how cute Viola was when she was a kitten. And every time I look at it, I am immediately reminded of Jessie.
There's an interesting postscript to this story. It's been years since Jessie gave me my silver and amber kitty charm. And just this summer, a cat with eyes the exact same color as that ball adopted me. Even more importantly, my cats have a "godmother." She's not a real godmother of course, but if anything ever happens to me, she's promised to take them and care for them until they die. Who is this "godmother" you ask? It's Jessie, of course. Who else?
2 comments:
aw, that's so sweet. we were in the same boat, pet wise, growing up, thanks mama! and now, my kids are in the same boat - because of me. aaaaachoo!!
I love this. I'm a cat lover -- as I'm sure you know we had them when I was growing up until Mom figured out that's why several of us were sick a lot. Sigh. This is a fun story and a cute charm!
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