Sweetest of Peas

One winter evening, when my mother opened our back door to get more firewood, a little white and orange kitty walked in and made her way straight to the cat food bowl. We live forty minutes from the nearest city and none of our neighbors had cats that looked like her. Although my dad joked that we should have shooed her out the front door rather than take on another cat, Sweet Pea quickly became one of the family, a position she has now had for eight years.
Lida Sophia Townsley
French Gulch, CA