
I am known to lose myself in a Daniel Silva novel. There is something about them that seamlessly knit fact and fiction. In the last month or so, when I read, I usually have one of the motherless rescue kittens on my lap. This is one of them today.
Kitty loves Gabriel Allon
My Shadow Tinkerbell

She follows me anywhere I go in the house, watches over me as I sleep and stays beside me when I work. Her voice is as soft as a whisper and you can tell she is a very gentle kitty. This little girl is one of the smartest cats we have had in memory.
A few months ago, I was in the midst of a difficult project and I would spend hours in front of my laptop, reading volumes of documents. Time would pass without me noticing and though I never neglected the cats, I have to admit there were times they’d eat an hour or two later than usual.
Tinkerbell, most probably extremely hungry already, would come to me and in her sweetest voice, look at me with pitiful eyes. I most probably told her that I was coming to feed them shortly. It must have taken me longer than what she could take because a few minutes later, she came back from the kitchen, with the wooden spoon I use for their food clenched in her mouth. She put it by my feet. I was so amazed at what she did but also laughed at her cleverness! Of course that got my attention and she soon had what she wanted.
Gosh, my cats!!!
Cinderella the Brave Kitty

This afternoon, a little after lunchtime, I was rushing to go out of the house when this kitten tried to give me a present. It was a live, struggling snake! She was about to place it at my feet when I saw her and started shouting for my Mom, who was in another part of the house.
The little kitty Cinderella was most probably frightened with my hollering for my Mom (who wouldn’t if a live, struggling not-so-small snake had been brought home by a feline half its size and was about to be offered to you?) that she ran away and took it in the living room.
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My darling guardian kitty

Tinee, the basil-munching cat, at rest. She’s my bodyguard, watching over me wherever I go. Well, sleeping on the job at times – like now.
5 January 2009, 4:56 p.m.
Do not disturb

On a very cold night, Tiger, a.k.a. Gerger, the big kitten who wouldn’t stop eating, sleeps on my dirty laundry (but the orange blouse – formerly my uniform – is his personal blanket, well, he shares it with Kittycat).
Taken around 1:00 a.m., 4 January 2009.