Solomon’s Tale

Solomon’s Tale
Sheila Jeffries

The story of a little cat who saved a family in crisis.Solomon’s story began one stormy night…Found on the doorstep in the middle of a thunderstorm, Solomon enters the King family as a tiny, wet ball of fur. But as his new owner Ellen coaxes him back to life, it becomes clear that he is no ordinary cat.Wise beyond his years, this little black and white kitten becomes the family’s protector. As Ellen and her young son deal with abuse, homelessness, and the loss of everything they hold dear, it is Solomon who brings light to the darkest times.Inspiring, moving and heartbreaking, ‘Solomon’s Tale’ is the story of an extraordinary cat who is the most faithful of friends. The perfect read for fans of ‘A Street Cat Named Bob’.

SOLOMON’S

Tale

SHEILA JEFFRIES

To Andrea, Annette, Val, Jackie and Pauline

CONTENTS

Cover (#u99717b5d-5694-5f99-af1d-8ac38ac4a796)

Title Page (#u742d579c-09f8-5f6f-b1dd-43434f057a7c)

Dedication (#uaace4c16-dbc7-5ee3-bc60-85447d1a5ea8)

Chapter One: Finding Ellen (#u47a30a34-13d3-52a9-ae8d-3d3f9bdecbb1)

Chapter Two: Another Cat Got There First (#ubd644189-c937-5db6-bd30-d3108d5586e6)

Chapter Three: The Bailiff (#u606526cf-9d47-52fc-baa3-b46803e09854)

Chapter Four: Leaving Home (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Five: That Dog (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Six: Going to the Vet (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Seven: ‘You Cheeky Cat’ (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eight: The Marmite Sandwich (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Nine: Abandoned (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Ten: The Diary of a Desperate Cat (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eleven: If Cats Could Cry (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twelve: The Diary of a Star Cat (#litres_trial_promo)

A Note on Tuxedo Cats (#litres_trial_promo)

The Real Life Solomon (#litres_trial_promo)

The Orphaned Kittens (#litres_trial_promo)

Acknowledgements (#litres_trial_promo)

About the Author (#litres_trial_promo)

Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)

About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)

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FINDING ELLEN (#ulink_eec25f20-cd05-588f-aa48-5e3fab668983)

I sat down in the middle of the road to think about why I had left home on that summer morning.

I was only a black kitten, eight weeks old, but I had a tough decision to make. Should I stay in my comfortable home and live a boring predictable life, or should I set out on a long journey to find the person I loved best in the whole world? Her name was Ellen, and I had been Ellen’s cat in another lifetime, when she was a child. She’d called me Solomon and I was her best friend. I wanted to find her again.

Suddenly a lorry was coming towards me. The road underneath my paws started to tremble. I could feel it vibrating along my tail and tickling the fluff inside my ears.

It loomed closer. Two glaring eyes, a forehead made of glass, and a name emblazoned across its chin. SCANIA. It had massive wheels and was roaring like fifty lions.

Hypnotised, I stared into its eyes, thinking that if I acted like an assertive tiger, the lorry would stop and let me finish washing my paws.

My angel didn’t usually shout at me, but she did now.

‘Run Solomon. RUN!’

I took off so fast that I left skid marks in the gravel. As I sailed into the hedge, the lorry thundered past in a gale of gritty air. Hissing, it pulled over, stopped, and was finally silent. A man climbed out and disappeared into a nearby building.

Being a very nosy kitten, I crept out to inspect the giant lorry while it was quiet. I sat in the road and looked at it. The sky darkened and icy hailstones came pinging down into my fur. Underneath the lorry was a good place to shelter. The wheels were hot and I sat close to one, watching the hailstones bouncing on the tarmac. I’d been outside for a long time and I needed to sleep.

I crawled into a hole at the front of the lorry. Inside, it was toasty warm. The stink of oil, the heat, and the chorus of hailstones made me drowsy. I curled up on a little shelf close to the engine, wrapped my tail around the tip of my nose, and fell asleep.

Hours later, I was jolted awake by an ear-splitting clatter. Every bone in my body was being banged up and down as the engine hammered into life. Terrified, I scrabbled to get out but saw only a chink of speeding wet road. I climbed higher, onto an oily ledge, my white-tipped paws ruined and stinking. Through a crack in the metal was a view of fields and bridges racing past.

I clung there, trying to communicate with my angel. But all she said was, ‘your journey has begun, Solomon’.

I understood.

And I remembered how, before I was even born, I had agreed to make the perilous journey to find Ellen.

It all began when I was a shining cat, living in the spirit world between lifetimes.

In the spirit world we cats are shining cats, and we live in a way that is impossible on earth. We are invisible to human eyes. There is no meowing or yowling, but we do purr, and we communicate by telepathy. Lots of other creatures live there, shining dogs and shining horses, even shining guinea pigs. There are shining people too. No one argues. There is no pollution, no illness, and no war.

Ellen’s mum had died when Ellen was young, and now she lived in the spirit world with me. She knew how much Ellen missed her and it was her idea to send me.

‘I’d like to send Ellen a cat,’ she said, ‘a special cat to love and support her. She’s going to need it with that husband of hers.’

My response was immediate.