"Roscoe loves you, Robin. Otherwise, he'd have come for one of us. Whydon't you have any pets?"I sighed, my family loved pets, but the only ones we ha...d were fish, andhamsters, "The lease on the place forbids us from having anything butcaged animals, and we don't want to hurt a dog or a cat by confining themall their lives, Auntie." Well, there are those cats grown in a jar." NOT for us, Unca Carl! To us, that cruelty!"{}[]{}They looked at me with sad, knowing eyes. We lived in the Sunny. She has no memory of her family or where she came from. Now this is her story as the way she told it to me about the biggest struggle of her life. My name is Bart Purret and I met Catsondra at her tavern called the Cat's Paw, I saw her working behind the bar with one of her employee's that I later learned her name was Sue. When I saw Catsondra, in my eyes I saw the stunning beauty that she is at 6' 1" to 6' 3" tall, beautiful gold eyes that bring out the feline in her irises, her slim yet. That's a promise."Tom smiled respectfully at his son. "Good," he said.Mary Kingsley hugged her only son for the better part of a minute as soon as he walked in the door. She cried on his shoulder she was so glad to see him safe and sound and in his family home without any news helicopters hovering overhead or reporters peeking in their window.When she finally released him Jake saw an exchange of glances between his two parents, a form of silent communication that only long-married couples could. Carol's constant assurance that Kathleen was recovering from her problems was all that kept them patient that long. Putting them off any longer was not a good idea.On the third Sunday of Kathleen's enslavement, Karin, Gloria, Bud, Jason, and Mark met to figure out what to do. "I can't just keep putting them off any longer," Mark warned the others."Tell us about your children," Karin urged."OK. Jeanie is just twenty-one and is away at school. She and Kim could be twins, except, well ... Jeanie.