She was special, found on a snowy day in November, barely 3 weeks old, looking for warmth, when I drove into the parking lot for work, hopping on my car hood and a voice that could be heard a block away. She was full of worms, had fleas and bronchitis so bad we didn't think she would make it. She was all of 1.5 lbs. We fed her by hand around the clock, popped her in a basket with an electric blanket, and prayed. She was also a devil, the feral in her never left and every spring and fall she would caterwaul at night and go pee where ever her little spirit took her in the house. She loved to play with her dog-brothers Avery, Sparky and Harrison, she would tackle them with her front paws and they would play her game by falling over and roll around with her, like wrestlers from the WB RAW. She has two other kitten sisters, Erin and Merlin, and it was a tough sell at first with each of them as they joined the family, but she accepted them and kept her place as the Princess Pee, HRH and they acquiesced to her.
She will always be in our hearts, and we know she is free and happy now and is with her other brothers and sisters and friends who left for the bridge before her.
(meowers' note: there are two posts about magic here, please scroll down to see them the second one)