Sometimes animals play a major role in the plot of my stories. Other times they have a minor or cameo appearance. Since my stories frequently feature animals in some fashion, readers have asked me to talk about them.
All the named dogs and cats in my stories are based upon pets that we currently have or have had in the past.
In a current WIP bubbling away on the story stove, a kitty named Gizmo identifies the bad guys at first sight. If only the people had known how to speak cat and had understood him it might have saved them a lot of time. 🙂
Gizmo in the current WIP was the name of the second kitty my son had when he was little. He was an amazing kitty who loved laps, playing, and being petted. Gizmo was also an amazing judge of people’s characters, and a master of put-downs when he didn’t like someone.
Regrettably all of our pictures of Gizmo are non-digital; however the picture above–of one of our current kitties named Cosmo–looks exactly like Gizmo.
Go back … go all the way back to the 1950s: In the 1950s Mom & Dad built a new house. During the building process our family lived in the detached 2-car garage–all except Great Aunt Ollie. Because of her age, Aunt Ollie stayed with Mother’s brother and his wife.
When the new house was far enough along to live in the basement, Aunt Ollie came back to the farm. She brought with her two new quilts.
The quilts were a pale pink on one side and a pale blue on the other. Aunt Ollie was ever practical and created quilts which could be used for either a girl’s room or a boy’s room.
Skip forward to the late 1970s/early 1980s: Whenever we would visit “Grandma & Grandpa”, Mother would always pull out one of those two quilts, fold it and put it on the floor for my son to sleep/play on.
Skip forward to 2015/2016: When my husband fractured his shoulder and was ordered to sleep in a chair until it healed, one of those quilts is what he chose to use for his cover.
And now in 2017, in the tradition of the ‘Giving Tree’ and the ‘Velveteen Rabbit’, one of those quilts (faded almost white, with a few holes in it, loved/used off and on for over 60 years) will continue its life as two bears (one pictured above): collecting love/memories from yet another generation.