Chapter 15
It was a good thing Papa and Mama would be a while visiting with the rector of the Church of the Beloved Apostle because it took George a while to get the horses settled into the paddock behind the cottage. They were curious about their new home and trotted around the perimeter of the fenced-in area and explored, lowered themselves to roll in the dirt, bounded to their feet and kicked up their heels.
George leaned against the fence and watched them, happy with his life.
A calico cat approached him and stropped herself against his leg. “Well, hello,” he said. “You must be the cat Papa told me about. Are you welcoming me to our new home? Thank you.” He crouched beside her and stroked her ears and back. He paused as he ran his fingers along her sides and under her belly. “Hmm. I
