On the Edge of the War Zone
Book Excerpt
By the way, I have a new inmate in my house--a kitten. He was evidently lost during the emigration. Amélie says he is three months old. He arrived at her door crying with hunger the other morning. Amélie loves beasties better than humans. She took him in and fed him. But as she has six cats already, she seemed to think that it was my duty to take this one. She cloaked that idea in the statement that it was "good for me" to have "something alive" moving about me in the silent little house. So she put him in my lap. He settled himself down, went to sleep, and showed no inclination to leave me.
At the end of two hours he owned me--the very first cat I ever knew, except by sight.
So you may dismiss that idea which torments you--I am no longer alone.
I am going to send this letter at once to be dropped in the box in front of the post-office, wh