The Lost Best Friend, a Jaden and the Weejum Adventure

By Mary Ann Bator-Gray

A tale about friendships,however unusual they might be, and trust. Previously,a magical creature, Keelee the Weejum,enabled Jaden,a young girl,four male cats,and other animals to talk to each other.

Now, female cats want a night out. Lydia and three felines sneak away from the adoption center to help a dog find her missing best friend. Charlie is a scrawny black cat that once lived at the center.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mary Ann Bator-Gray
• Release date: May 8, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476232782

Mary Ann Bator-Gray

Mary Ann Bator-Gray lives on Amelia Island, Florida with her wonderful husband and three cats. She enjoys writing and walking the beach, but Mary Ann especially loves the time she spends at Cats Angels, caring for felines until someone gives them a forever home. Proceeds from her children's books benefit local animal charities.

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The Lost Best Friend

A Jaden and the Weejum Adventure

By

Mary Ann Bator-Gray

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Copyright © 2012 Mary Ann Bator-Gray

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One for all, and all for the love of cats, Lydia’s chant as the matriarch of the feline adventurers.

This book is dedicated to all Cats Angels, Inc. volunteers. However, the author would like to give special recognition to those who spend an extra amount of time on behalf of our kitties:

Julie Cutt, Nancy Douglas, Cheryl Gerringer, and

Wills Shores, women who work hard keeping the animals healthy even those with special needs

Pat Glassbrenner, care giver, and writer of the newsletter, updates for the website, and local newspaper

George Frey care giver and for construction projects

Janet Weintz for managing the thrift shop.

Our world is a better place because of people like you.

Acknowledgement

The author would like to thank Fum and Gebra for letting her use still frames from their wonderful video as well as sending her photos for this book. Also, she would like to thank Dean Cleveland and Evelyn C. MacDonald for taking pictures of her feline characters at Cats Angels. Gratitude is expressed to those photographers who made their work available in the public domain.

A special thanks to Jan Cote-Merow, Evelyn C. MacDonald, and Wills Shores for their editorial comments. The author takes full responsibility for any errors that might remain.

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Photo by Evelyn C. McDonald

Chapter One

Lydia and the Intruder

I’m a cat and adore being one. Until tonight, my life was simple, peaceful—but not anymore.

Bang! The wooden gate in the yard slammed! Rap, rap, scratch…rap, rap. The loud rattle of the storm door’s window hurt my ears. Crash! Something in the yard toppled to the ground. What was going on? The humans who take care of us cats never visit the adoption center at this time of night.

Meowwwww! I yowled, knowing my cozy nap time was over. Bouncing upright, I almost rolled off of my red chair. The stuffed teddy bear I use as a pillow went flying, filling the air with the scent of flowers. I wrinkled my nose. Teddy comes back from our laundry room smelling like that. I prefer the aroma of tuna. Wish our care givers would buy that kind of soap. Umm, Salmon would be nice too.

Rattle, rattle. My whiskers twitched. Mercy me! What’s making that terrible racket? Can’t a female get some beauty sleep around here? As I hopped to the floor, my claws clicked on the tile.

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