Snowshoe

Prologue
The housefolk was prowling over my head, I swatted it agitated. Though no good would come from it, for my claws were removed long ago...When I was a kitten myself.

I lapped at my fur, it looks like a siamese but I have a dark tan fur which a mixture of brown and white in it. I understand the speak of housefolk, for I have known it by heart when I turned into my adult age of cat. Which soon I had gotten pregnant with another cat of my breed, that tom was taken away though. Other housefolk took him away, but their kin of my housefolk, so whenever they go over and visit I go into my carrier and we see him.

But now is not the time to tell stories, I am a Snowshoe cat, a somewhat new breed of cat. Of course it is real, I am one for cat's sake.

My housefolk strokes my white chest as I sprawl out into a stretch, my pretty blue eyes are a signature of a Snowshoe, since we are cousins to the siamese. The housefolk is sweet and whispers in my ear; 'Don't worry darling, it's fine my pretty Petunia. The vet said there will be only one kitten thankfully. I'm glad it's not six or seven!'. This calm crooning makes me happy, even though kittens is the most painful thing I have ever faced.

My stomach burns and I my eyes are bloodshot, I breath in and out like a vaccum and I finally hope that what the 'vet' said was true. But if I had seven or six I would collapse on my own kittens.

My beating heart has gone to it's original state, a scruffy, wet newborn lays near my soft, warm belly. I lick it, trying to dry. It is deaf and blind, no good condition to venture into the prarie where the horses and cattle roam. But soon this female will track down and hunt mice, eat dry food and enjoy the sun basking on the soft prarie grass.

The housefolk grins at me and speaks in a soft voice as my female housefolk goes over and hugs him. 'We can keep her for sure.' They smile happily.

The male puts on someone to cover the sun from his eyes and goes to tend the garden while the female strokes my back. I purr comforted, 'Sweet Petunia...' She says in a very light voice. 'How 'bout we name that kitten Lilac? Another flower to blossom in this family?' She tilts her head, light brown hair sweeping over eyes in thin strands.

My eyes close halfway and I let out another purr...Lilac, what better name for a Snowshoe cat?