Her name was Pyewacket. Since I was
four or five years old, I didn't question why this was her name. It
simply was.
If I had bothered to ask, I'd have
learned that “Pyewacket” was the name of the witch's familiar in
the James Stewart movie Bell,
Book And Candle. I didn't learn this until I was 52 years old,
when my wife looked it up, and I discovered that our Siamese
cat looked exactly like the one in the movie. Pyewacket was
also one of the names of a witch's
familiar from the Salem witch trials (it was an imp rather than a
cat in 1644 ). If I'd had a middle-aged sense of humor when I was
five, the idea that my family would have named anything after a
witch's familiar would have sent me into hilarities of irony - you
will never meet a family as Baptist as we are.
It turns out that the cat was magic,
though; and I remember the night I learned that she had mystic
powers.
I had looked everywhere for
Pyewacket, and I couldn't find her anywhere. She had disappeared.
This, of course, is perfectly normal behavior for a cat; and nothing
to be remarked upon, so I headed off to take a bath. After I had my
bath, I opened the door to the linen closet to toss in my towel, and
discovered her laying on top of the dirty clothes. She was
cleaning up a brand-new litter of kittens. I could not imagine where
those had come from. She had somehow created them out of thin air!
I was very impressed by this, and
continue to be.
Jack “The Amazing Mumford”
Parker

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