Sunshine and Me

It's finally here. "Sunshine and Me" by Celeste Friedman.

A heartwarming story of cat rescue and happy endings.

Now available for download to Kindle and Kindle Fire: http://www.amazon.com/Sunshine-and-Me-ebook/dp/B00B1WDHR4

　

Here are a few excerpts and a peek inside . . .
 . . . His routine was the same, showing up every couple of days or a week later.  What he was putting me through! He wasn’t my cat, but was he my cat?  Still, I was concerned for his welfare daily.


 . . . Sunshine continues to be pressed for time, as if he’s late for an appointment or a date.


 . . . At this point, I have reluctantly kept Sunshine’s adoption ad updated and as beautiful as he looks in his photo, no one has inquired. Maybe no one was supposed to.


 . . . There is a new lady in his life, an all black long-haired beauty with brilliant green eyes and very chatty. He escorts his new love to the deck and up to the back door, as if it is necessary to be ceremonial about it. Sunshine puts his front leg, forearm, if you will, around her neck and grooms her face. He is smitten, for sure. 

　
. . . Suddenly, the big day arrived. It was a hot August afternoon and I happened to be near the door to witness Midnight leading the kittens into my backyard. Following obediently behind her in a straight line, they parade across the lawn and up the steps onto the deck.  Midnight lies down in the middle of the deck and stretches out, content, yawning and ready for a nap. The kittens stay near to her, watching and waiting for her next move. They are a bit spooked by me and keep their distance.  Sunshine comes around the corner of the house and stations himself on the top step of the deck. They appear to recognize him immediately. I know in that moment that this is not my house anymore.

　
. . . Sunshine continues to linger on the railing of the deck in the evenings, gazing off into the distance, either waiting for someone or daydreaming. We both ponder about survival. Feline or human, we possess instinctive ways of smelling the coming rain or sensing changes on the horizon. Of course, he’ll never understand my concerns of finding work, paying the bills, keeping our house and being able to afford the cat chow. Regardless, he has become the architect of my greatest priorities.