A mother tabby kitted in the alley beside the house. Papa says I can pick one as long as I am up for the responsibility. I watch them carefully from the window, trying to glimpse their future personality. There are two beautiful calicos, but my heart swells for the little runt, a fierce little thing who appears to be wearing a tuxedo. Mama is calling now so I must go.
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The Jessa Hopkins Chronicles
RandomThe sea had been treacherous as Jessa and her family had journeyed, by way of the ship called the sparrow, to the shores of America. It had docked briefly in the Boston Harbor, before sailing off again for New York. It had meant only to gather suppl...
