My time at the House of the Seasons has come to an end. My body became sick and despite all efforts, did not recover. But I wanted to tell you how wonderful my life was and express my thoughts in a final letter.
My first human was a soldier who was called to duty in Afghanistan. I was proud he served our country. He left me in the care of a friend, but I was devastated to lose the only dad I knew and loved. Turkish Van cats like me have only one human, and we are devoted to that person. So, I ran away in sadness and frustration.
After a month on the streets of Jefferson, a strange thing happened. A woman with a kind and loving face drove by and picked me up and then took me to her home. She fed me, brushed me, and sprayed me to get rid of all the fleas and bugs on my white coat. I was finally home, and I never left again.
She let me roam all over a beautiful house—and not just any house: but the House of the Seasons. Every day, my mom, Shirley, brought me with her to meet new people and to tell the story of this grand home. I became the princess of the palace, a job I loved. I patrolled the gardens making sure all was safe from unwanted creatures. It was a great joy to share this wonderful historic home with so many guests, even the old grouches who didn’t like cats. Thank you to everyone who pet me, gave me human food (my favorite), and told me how beautiful and special I was. You were right!
I was honored to make a museum more personal and warm. I loved jumping on the historic furniture no one else got to sit on, especially the red settees that came from Wyalusing Plantation in Marshall, Texas. My mom always tried to keep me off of them, but I was smart and sneaky. That grouping of furniture survived a move from Tennessee by wagon in 1848, sinking during a storm on Caddo Lake in 1849, a fiery meeting of Confederate Generals in May 1865, plus normal wear and tear. Sadly, it survived me, but I know I left my paw on it.
Thank you to all the guests for allowing me to show you the House I loved. Most importantly, I thank my mom for saving me and being my best friend and companion for many years. She was the great joy of my life and taught me how to be a princess (which of course, came naturally to me). I lived nine lives I would have only dreamed about if not for my mom and the many guests and friends I made. I was honored to receive more Christmas cards than the House did!
I hope and believe we have made the House of the Seasons a special place, and I was a small, furry, and important part of that experience. I loved meeting all of you, and while I cannot say goodbye to you individually, please accept my love and thanks from your good friend.
My last wish is for you to save an animal like me, to give and understand the love that can be shared.