When our daughter Katherine came to stay with us in Connecticut during COVID she brought her cat Saffron with her from Brooklyn. A former street cat, Saffron knew how to defend her turf and lets just say biting was a favorite activity. But after a while she got used to us and our dog Oliver after a while and became queen of the house. 
She started venturing out of Katherine’s bedroom, coming into my office to hang out on my desk while I was writing. I fell in love with her and wrote her into The Golden Doves as Arlette’s cat at the cafe where she works.
And she liked to sleep on us sometimes.
One day we found out that Saffron had a heart problem and it wasn’t long before we all had to say a very sad goodbye to her. But when I’m mournful about it I remember that she lives on forever as Arlette’s cat at La Petite L’ouisau. Just the kind of place Saffron would have been the queen of.
Rest in peace, Saffron.
