I was there when she was born.. the spawn of satan.. but to this slightly older kitten she didn'tlook very like that at all.. She was tiny.. the runt of the litter.. but perfect, pure black from head to the tip of her tail.. and when she opened her eyes, for all Macavity's kittens opened their eyes at birth as they were almost always magic, but her eyes they were the most incredible deep blue that I hadn't seen before. Or since. There were three of them.. Minica.. the oldest kitten, a perfect copy of her father in every way apart from she was a queen, and so in Macavity's eyes imperfect. He killed her, her mother begged her not to whilst I was sitting by my own mother wide eyed. My own mother watched in a horrified silence. Then the second.. a tom.. an imperfect black kitten, the black tomkit was shot through with red and white hairs. His father left him.. as he was a tom and therefore could be trained to fight. Then came the tiny pure black kitten.. Something about her made Macavity turn and walk away from her. I was there.. at the birth I have just described.. and now She's dying.. and I'm still here.. And there's nothing I or any other cat can do about it!
But I guess you're wondering who she is.. Who I am.. What happened.. to her.. her brother.. These are all Questions that need answering. That's what I'm going to do. Her Name is Marina. Her brothers name is Menvaser. All three were.. or are.. well known to many Cats. But it is of Marina I wish to tell you of. First her birth, her life, her death....