sarriathmoonghost

 For as long as I can remember, we lived next door to a kindly old lady. She lived alone with her three cats, Samuel, an enormous grey tabby, Edward, a sleek and slender black cat, and Winter, a beautiful white longhair. My parents always told me she was a widow, but I was too young to know what that meant. I did know her name, though, and that was Mrs. Winter. I thought it strange she had a cat with her same last name, but Winter the cat did look an awful lot like her. Mrs. Winter had these two piercing amber-green eyes, just like a cat's, and her hair was long and white, though she usually wore it back in a single, long braid. Mrs. Winter