Siofra Crain

Credit the Cat

Fire bursts overhead and cheers erupt. I dart under a bush, my sleek black fur providing perfect camouflage for this moonless night. Nan follows at her stealthy but cautious human pace. She, too, is all in black with a hood covering her red-brown hair. We steadily make our way up the hill, dodging from tree to tree until we reach Babbage Hall. Below us along the misty lake, the Eagle Boys whistle and stomp as the fireworks show continues and Sousa marches blare.