The first part of this story.

A lot of people have cats as pets. This little tale is the story of my three pets, Kiki, Fuzz and Bobby. All three were originally strays, but one has been with me more than ten years. Cats are sometimes like your kids, they may come and go, but most of the time, they come back home.

Some random thoughts…

Anyone who has lived through a miscarriage or otherwise lost a child, can take hope from this. The names have been changed; but the events did happen, and the memory lives on.

When little boys are troubled and they have nobody to turn to, sometimes they can get into a little trouble, like little Bobby.

A policeman’s lot is not a happy one.

About a man who has lost his way.

A funny letter.

We often see these remarkable young children with such wisdom and knowledge at an early age. We say, “He or she is an old soul”. I wrote a poem about it.

“Ah!” Bobby shouted as he sat upright, almost panic stricken. His room had already been filled with sunlight, and his brown hair was curled and sweaty…