The magical adventure that lies before you began shortly after 9 a.m. on Thursday, May 21, 1999. I’d just moved from Las Vegas to an apartment in a drafty old beach house on the northern coast of Oregon. And what a great apartment it was with its wall of windows looking out over Netarts Bay at the Pacific.
It was a sunny blue day and while sipping my coffee, I stood at the window watched as the blue sea broke against the far side of the spit and spewed up tiny rainbows in the wispy white spray.
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| Photo: Walter Van Campen |
It was a sunny blue day and while sipping my coffee, I stood at the window watched as the blue sea broke against the far side of the spit and spewed up tiny rainbows in the wispy white spray.
“So what do you think of the place?” I asked my two longtime feline companions—
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| a bossy tortoise shell named cd, short for civil disobedience, |
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| and her sidekick, an anxious little tuxedo named MITTS, short for MITTStical.... |
They replied by hopping up on window sill where they sat chittering and quivering with excitement at the sight of gulls catching the thermals. At twelve and eleven, they suddenly appeared like kittens, as if they too
were eager to begin our new life after having to cope with me and the loss and despair of the last five years.
After setting up the computer on the table by the window, I went into the back room to begin unpacking my clothes. The cats followed and had just curled up on the bed when we heard a knock. “It must be Opportunity,” I remarked as I started out toward the door.
The cats remained behind, wary. I opened the door and found—but wait, I’m getting ahead of myself here. For the events that brought me to this beach house and the magical adventure that was about to befall are every bit as important to the story as the adventure itself.
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