Hemingway, I’m really amazed….and kind of spooked.
What’s going on?
Have you looked around in the basement?
Sure. Of course Mom won’t let me go everywhere but I’ve done some exploring.
Have you noticed that one painting on the wall by the door?
I guess I haven’t paid much attention to it. Why?
I asked Mom about it and she said her mother painted it a long time ago. I think it looks a lot like me.
Now that you mention it, I guess it does.
How did Mom’s mom know that I was going to live here?
Hey………that reminds me. Mom showed me a picture once of a kitty that she had in high school. Even though the kitty was a girl, she looked a lot like me. I guess her name was Trixie and she was a big kitty like me. I don’t know where that picture is now so I can’t show you.
Don’t you think it’s strange that Mom once had a kitty who looked like you and then her mom painted a kitty who looked like me?
I don’t think it’s strange. I think it’s rather wonderful. It just shows me that Mom was supposed to have both of us.
I like that explanation. Let’s go find Mom and purr in her ears to show her how happy we are living with her.