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We were moving. Deryl had another job in Socorro, working for the Bureau of Reclamation. We had lived in Kirtland for more than half of my 7th grade year and I hated to leave. I had made friends, experienced acceptance and some measure of self-esteem. I had been a cheerleader and Homecoming princess in the small Kirtland Junior High.
Kitty must have sensed we were moving. She left the shed in the back yard and never returned. Perhaps she didn’t want to leave the fields, farms, shade trees, and cordial community. I searched for her, but to no avail. Somehow the thought of her staying in Kirtland wasn’t so bad. There were plenty of mice in the nearby fields, and there were many kind farmers who would welcome a yellow striped cat.
