Sunday, September 27, 2015
My Little Kit Kat
My kitten Boadicea had a habit of climbing into the dryer. On the twenty fourth the dryer was started with her in it. We had gone to a bible study and when we got back we couldn't find her anywhere. When daddy opened the dryer to get some clothes he saw Boa mangled up in the laundry. She was dead. We buried her the day after that. We decorated her grave with flowers and leaves and slices of pears. It is quite beautiful there. She had been an indoor cat all of her short but happy life. Now she is always outside. I might as well tell you all about her as a memory. She was a beautiful dark tabby color with green eyes. She had such a knowing expression whenever she would look at you. She was very brave the first day we had her; always ready to hiss at the dog if she came to close. After a while she never hissed at any of us. She was very friendly and would come and sit in my lap with a beautiful purring sound which never stopped. She got over the mouthy stage very quickly and never nipped me at all. Maybe that is because I never played games with her if she was being particularly mouthy. We all loved her very much.