Minerva watched as Anna slowly began to compose herself. Minerva
marvelled at Anna’s ability to bounce back and reclaim her composure
from her nightmarish memories of betrayal. Anna was one fiercely proud
feline, Minerva thought, but she was also a miserable and angry one.
Minerva smiled a little sadly and reflected that this was not always so.
Anna Winpurr had been happy once...oh yes, indeedy.. very happy indeed. Minerva said soothingly, "All better now?"
Anna winced painfully and then grimaced. Her eyes narrowed dangerously
as she hissed at Minerva, "Are you still here? Why don’t you just go
away? You are extremely annoying." "Part of my job, deary. Ghosts
tend to be annoying, since they are in the business of haunting. It’s a
tough job but someone’s got to do it. Have some tea, dear. Eat a little
Fancy Feast. Your journey continues now!" "I am neither hungry nor thirsty and I am NOT going anywhere with you, if I have anything to say about it."
Minerva´s eyes twinkled mischievously as she shrugged her ghostly white
shoulder. "Suit yourself. I hear eating and drinking tea isn’t your
strong suit these days. But as for not going anywhere with me, actually
dear Annie you don’t have a great deal of choice....You are going, like
it or not..." Minerva raised a ghostly paw. The study went up in
white smoke again and when the smoke cleared Anna found herself standing
with Minerva on the threshold of yet another dream. Minerva smiled. "Remember this place? Such a lovely cottage, don’t you think? You were happy here for a time. Do you remember?"
Anna’s eyes widened incredulously. Minerva continued, "You had family
here, you had the love of your grandma, your son and your daughter
kittens. You laughed, you played in the sunshine and you celebrated life
often and whenever you could." Anna was fighting back tears again..."Yes" she whispers. "I was happy, but then..."
Minerva nods, compassion filling her..."It ended. All that happiness
went up in fire and smoke, your family scattered, your son daughter and
grandma disappeared lost to you despite your certainty that somehow they
had survived the blazing inferno of that hot August night…” Anna yowled. It was a piercing ear shattering yowl of renewed horror and despair.
"STOP!" she screamed. "STOP! I can’t bear it. It was all my fault. The
fire was all my fault. I saw their tracks when I went back after the
blaze. I know they escaped and that they are alive somewhere, but I
never found them no matter how hard I searched." "You are right dear, they live and what’s more important is that they are not very far away...