They were so cruel. Yes. Her birthday party: DENIED. Just a card. After all she had taught them. After all the smores she'd let them feed her 'round the campfire. Unfathomable. You got her cat - I hope there's truth to this persistent belief that cats house spirits, and her cat remembers "Servant Jane" with as much fondness as you do. I used to think about how many years Freddy Mercury's cats remained alive after he had passed, and what it would be like to have his cats in my home. AUNT JANE'S CAT would be a great character in one of these trendy new "cozy mysteries" which almost always seem to have a paranormally sentient cat in the cast.
Let me know if you ever read the Whiteoak saga. I should take up the whole thing myself. The style is very last-century, meaning fiction worskhoppers would attack the novels with red ink and line edits. Meh! These classics endure; they're still read decades after the author died.
I love your aunt Jane and wish my own spinster aunt had engaged with us like Jane did. Even so, I feel the same way about Malita as you do about your Aunt Jane: Oh now I am missing her so much!!!
There's something about wanting to be a source of love for these unloved creatures.
Her cat is in my lap right now, and I feel close to her. Her cat loved her, and she loved her cat.
Wanna read the books together? I love the older books.
Let me know if you find copies - I'll check bookfinder.com - that is a lot of books!!
I'd love to read them with you, of course.
At the lake, on a porch swing... with cats in laps...
Aunt Jane's cat is alive and in your lap! LIFE IS GOOD!!!!