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Mom’s Special Easter Memory

By Dianne Lemire

When I was about 8 years old, I had the best Easter I can remember. My sister, Linda and I had found an abandoned cat in late fall and with winter approaching our parents had agreed to let us keep the cat. We named her "Patches," because she was white with large black patches.

Winter passed and soon it was spring. When Easter morning arrived, my sister and I awoke early to see what the Easter Bunny had left. What we found was a set of instructions for an Easter Egg Hunt. The hunt lead us all over the house. We found small piles of Easter eggs under pillows, behind chairs, and beside plants.

Finally, we reached the last instruction, which told us to visit the cat’s basket. Quickly my sister and I raced downstairs, and looked all around the cat’s basket, but there were no shiny Easter eggs to be found. We look closer at the basket and noticed Patches, but something was different.There snuggled against their mother were 5 tiny kittens. They were so beautiful and small. The kittens were a mix of colours, gray, black and white.

My sister and I spent most of the next few weeks watching over and playing with the kittens. We named them: Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Sailor and Tiger. It was the best Easter we ever had.

Lasted Updated: January 3, 1996
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