“Deb, Deb, I need some cat treats!” Tim called from the back steps.
Suspicious, I asked, “Why do you need cat treats?”
“There’s the cutest little, black kitten out here. She does tricks.”
I yelled back, “Do not feed that cat, DO NOT FEED THAT CAT!”
I was too late, he was asking for treats to replace the ones that she had already eaten. No matter, the two of them had bonded when Tim felt something pull at the end of an extension cord as he wound it back onto a reel. That was 10 years ago this Summer. In 10 years, her appetite for treats has not changed.
Today is April first, and Magic is ten years old. Black Magic Scarlet McGuire is our heart and soul. She is the smallest and yet the dominant creature (including the two humans) in our home. Magic is loved.