Taps peeked out from between the railings on the porch and watched the kids trek off in to the woods. He was one of Clara’s five rescue cats. A long haired black & white tuxedo cat, with white paws and black “Taps” on the underside … hence his name! He yawned lazily and closed his eyes to snooze on the porch.
Solstice – or Soli for short – was adopted on Yule one year. A tiny short haired Calico. Clara’s mom thought at first she was a kitten when adopted .. but as it turns out she was 5 years old and more than likely the mother of the litter. She was one of the smallest adult cats they’d ever seen! Soli wasn’t too concerned with the antics of the children .. but more interested in George the Garden snake as he slithered in front of the porch.
Charlie was rescued from a crazy cat lady. One of 30 to 40 cats … they lost count … a scrappy little fellow. He was skittish too .. won’t come near a human unless they are holding food. And even then, you have to drop the treat and slowly back away before he’ll come near it. With time he’ll learn to trust the family … but he’s going to need someone with a lot of patience.
Violet is a sassy little girl. She was given up by her former family for not getting along with the other cats. Clara had worked with her every single day to integrate in to the kitty household .. and now Violet is one of the most loving. She can almost always be found grooming or loving on the other cats. Perhaps a little too aggressive with the love .. but like Charlie, with time she’ll calm down.
Both Charlie and Violet are midnight black short haired cats. They are hard to tell apart at first glance .. but Violets coat has a distinctive shine to it, her eyes are Olive Green and her whiskers and paws are jet black as well. Charlies face is thin and his ears tall .. he reminds Clara of an Egyptian Cat from her books .. and his whiskers are white!
Oliver is the only one concerned with the direction Clara, Annie and Nick are going. He’s been out in the world and seen things at a young age. A long haired Orange tabby, rescued from a hotel parking lot with his siblings. Clara’s mom fell in love with him the second he came out of the kennel cage. Oliver is a snuggler, and is happiest when sitting in Clara’s arms. He watched the children head deeper in to the woods and wondered if perhaps he should follow them to keep everyone out of trouble.
He stood, stretched his legs, and made his way carefully across the creek. He didn’t have time today to swat at the guppies swimming by. He needed to make sure his Clara was safe.