The untold story of Jennyanydots…
(A vet claimed a kitten can share the biology of two fathers, though rare.)
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Part one: Bustopher Jones.
Jennyanydots sat against the windowpane behind a curtain of lace and cotton. Occasionally the lace would tickle or scratch her to which she would lick the effected area, but for the most part she stared absentmindedly at the trees and flowers which decorated her garden. Noticing how the azaleas were flourishing, Jennyanydots felt a purr rumple in her chest contentedly. Not every cat had such a lovely garden to enjoy and admire. As the afternoon sun warmed her fur, Jennyanydots pressed her cheek against the glass, to feel a bit of cold through her fur to calm and relax her. Soon it would be Jennyanydot's seventh birthday. She was yet to be considered old, but she was no longer in the spark of youth, and often times growing older reminded her of her past.
A past Jenny wished could have been different. Looking at the gentle flowers, reminded her of the first time she ever met Bustopher.
Long ago, in her prime, Jennyanydots spent most of her days outside. In this particular memory, Jennyanydots was frolicking in a field in early spring; the scents of lavender, Gardenias, and wildflowers tickling her nose; enchanting her mood. Almost dancing amid the glorious day, she scented every flower, napped beneath the cherry trees, and sang with sweet appreciative joy. As she was nuzzling into a particular wild lily, scenting it, she had no idea that she was being admired as she smelled it.
A good distance away, a young Bustopher was on holiday from living in Spain for three months, and was enjoying a lovely walk along the countryside. At the sight of Jennyanydots, his walking ceased. Jenny wasn't the most classically beautiful queen he had ever witnessed, but the playful smile and warmth dancing in her eyes captured him. Her smile, was what made her more beautiful than any other queen. A warmth of longing filled his heart and as he cleared his throat to encourage himself to push past his shy barrier, he approached Jennyanydots after picking a favourable golden rose for her.
" Cheerio." Bustopher meowed, whiskers twitching as the wind blew through him; her scent running against his nose. She smelled of wild Magnolias, which brought a smile to his muzzle, as magnolias were some of his favourite flowers.
Jennyanydots nuzzled the lily, but stopped suddenly when she heard the warm and pleasing voice of Bustopher. A funny excitement rising in her chest from being spoken to so suddenly. She remembered his voice was what she always considered a gentleman to esteem to sounding like, smooth and rich. An odd melting warmth crossed over her heart as she turned around from her lily to speak to her visitor. At that moment, a smooth warm feeling tingled all over her body and her heart rate increased. Whoever had spoken to her was quite handsome to jennyanydots, his fur was well-kept and proper, and his smile was what caused her to grow slightly weak in her limbs.
" Good day." Jennyanydots replied, noticing the flower she was being handed. Oh how thoughtful and sweet! Jenny thought as she reached out shyly and took the golden flower. Nuzzling the flower to her nose, running the soft delicate petals against her face; her eyes closed in appreciation. She had no idea how endearing Bustopher thought her honest reaction to the flower was, how it warmed his heart. He thought she was different than any other lady was, and they had just met. She knew not what words to say for the present, so she simply purred loudly and replied a simple " Thank you."
The rest of the day, jenny and Bustopher walked through the lovely field and became acquainted. He told Jennyanydots of his travels to Spain, France, and Italy. Jenny, who had never left London, rejoiced in hearing about exotic places. She told Bustopher of her garden, of her dear brother Skimbleshanks, and how much she would love to visit other places and travel the world. Deep down, jenny knew she would never leave London, but the idea of leaving would always appeal to her. Mostly, the idea of being with Bustopher as he traveled the globe. After an hour or talking, laughing, and walking amid a blossoming cherry tree, Bustopher politely asked to hold her hand. Accepting it without question, she continued to cherish his presence until the sun set and he had to return home. Though they did not kiss or groom each other in farewell, Bustopher made a silent promise to visit her again tomorrow, and Jennyanydots made the secret vow to visit the field every day in the hopes of seeing him again.
Images of the happy memories brought a gentle warmth to Jennyanydot's heart as she nuzzled her cheek to the glass of the window instead of just pressing against it. To mark her territory against the glass, secretly imagining it was Bustopher that she so caressed. Admiring the flowers again, she purred loudly as more memories flooded into her mind and made her heart feel like butter. Images of them holding hands and talking, of how they spent the entire spring and summer together in perfect harmony. Her most intimate friend and companion. She had lost her heart to him that summer, and though they had not promised themselves to each other, at the time Jenny had assumed they would spend their life together. As lovers or friends it didn't matter to jenny, she loved him and knew he cared for her immensely. Even though they had gone their separate ways, jenny would always love Bustopher…