If you’ve read my mystery Died On The Vine (and if you haven’t, what are you waiting for? – go here), you recall that my narrator Cissy finds a stray kitten, black with white paws.
In fact, I once found a stray kitten, black with white paws.
Weird thing, though, is that I found the real kitten years after Cissy found the fictional kitten.
It’s sort of eerie. Compare Cissy’s description of Tough Stuff with this:
Of course, it wasn’t a complete replay of the novel. No dead body for one thing. And unlike Tough Stuff, Sam wasn’t an abandoned sole survivor. No, he came with two brothers, and a mama.
Really – one day I was passing the sliding doors out to the deck and did a double take – there were KITTENS on my deck!
Their mom brought them to my deck, she knew a sucker when she saw one. She was pretty wild, she’d come in with the kittens to eat, but she didn’t want to be a house pet. And so — she moved on.
The kittens still felt the need for a mother figure. You know, like Polly the dog befriending Tough Stuff in the book?
Remember, all this was happening about seven years after I wrote Died On The Vine. Weird, huh?
Maybe I should write about someone finding a sweet hunky guy who’s a great cook. Couldn’t hurt.