Introduction to Believing Bones by Jill Jackard
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North American (General)Transcript
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My name is Bones. You may think in an odd name, but it is a name that was given to me at the end of a long journey. That journey took me many places, yet I have never ventured more than a few miles. Along the way, I discovered much about humans and even more about the loneliness they often endure. I saw that to be human is a great struggle, fighting needlessly against the fear of being alone. Humans often spend their lives searching for that which they already possess. I had no purpose on my journey, but it seems my presence had a purpose of its own. I brought to those I met the truthfulness of a child in the knowledge of one untouched by human nature. Through me, they were able to see beyond themselves. It is not that I shared a great secret. I simply gave them a glimpse into their hearts. I met them with an honesty that comes from being who I am. To understand my story, you must first know that I am a white cat. That one would certainly not call beautiful. On occasion I have been called a domestic short hair I have been an old feline for a few years now. Therefore, I no longer have the luster of a younger cat, but my nose is still is Pinkas the day I was born. My most distinguishing feature is my left ear, where there are a few tiny tears stemming from my foolish, younger days of scuffling with other male cats. I do think that being a white cat has its advantages. There is something about a pure white cat that evokes the imagination. Even people who dislike cats will often glance in wonderment at a white cat. I often feel sorry for black cats, for they can bring about such uneasiness amongst humans.