{"title":"Prudence","description":"","products":[{"product_id":"love-saves-the-day-a-novel","title":"Love Saves the Day: A Novel (ePub)","description":"\u003ch2\u003e\u003cem\u003eA story of cats, courage, music, and love...\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/h2\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cem\u003e\"This book is about finding your way, mending broken relationships, and doing it all with a feline by your side. 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The first used to be hard for me to understand because it doesn’t come with any of the usual signs of not-truth-telling. Like the time Sarah called my white paws “socks.” Look at your adorable little socks, she said. Socks are what humans wear on their feet to make them more like cats’ paws. But my paws are already padded and soft, and I can’t imagine any self-respecting cat tolerating something as silly as socks for very long.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"color: #343a40; line-height: 1.8; font-size: 18px;\"\u003eSo at first I thought Sarah was trying to trick me by saying something that wasn’t true. Like the time she took me to the Bad Place and said, Don’t worry, they’re going to make you healthy and strong. I knew from the tightness in her voice when she put me into my carrier that some betrayal was coming. And it turned out I was right. They stabbed me with sharp things there and forced me to hold still while human fingers poked into every part of my body, even my mouth.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"color: #343a40; line-height: 1.8; font-size: 18px;\"\u003eWhen it was all over, the lady who did it put me back into my carrier and told Sarah, Prudence has such cute white socks! She was smiling and calm when she said it, so I knew she wasn’t trying to trick Sarah like Sarah had tried to trick me about going there in the first place. I thought maybe I should lick my paws or do something to show them that these were my real feet, not the fake feet humans put on before they go outside. I thought that maybe humans weren’t as smart as cats and wouldn’t understand such subtle distinctions unless they were pointed out.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"color: #343a40; line-height: 1.8; font-size: 18px;\"\u003eThat was when I was very young, just a kitten, really—back when I first came to live with Sarah. 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This was when I was very little and had been living outside with my littermates. We were running away from some rats one day, which are the most disgusting creatures in the whole world. They have horrible long teeth and claws, and they smell bad, and if they’re not chasing you to hurt you then they’re trying to steal whatever bits of food you’ve managed to find.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"color: #343a40; line-height: 1.8; font-size: 18px;\"\u003eThen it started to rain—a huge, terrifying thunderstorm that I was sure would drown every living thing that couldn’t find a hiding place. My littermates and I, between running from the rats and then trying to hide from the rain, got separated. I ended up tucking myself under a broken cement block in a big empty lot. 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The first used to be hard for me to understand because it doesn’t come with any of the usual signs of not-truth-telling. Like the time Sarah called my white paws “socks.” Look at your adorable little socks, she said. Socks are what humans wear on their feet to make them more like cats’ paws. But my paws are already padded and soft, and I can’t imagine any self-respecting cat tolerating something as silly as socks for very long.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"color: #343a40; line-height: 1.8; font-size: 18px;\"\u003eSo at first I thought Sarah was trying to trick me by saying something that wasn’t true. Like the time she took me to the Bad Place and said, Don’t worry, they’re going to make you healthy and strong. I knew from the tightness in her voice when she put me into my carrier that some betrayal was coming. And it turned out I was right. They stabbed me with sharp things there and forced me to hold still while human fingers poked into every part of my body, even my mouth.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"color: #343a40; line-height: 1.8; font-size: 18px;\"\u003eWhen it was all over, the lady who did it put me back into my carrier and told Sarah, Prudence has such cute white socks! She was smiling and calm when she said it, so I knew she wasn’t trying to trick Sarah like Sarah had tried to trick me about going there in the first place. I thought maybe I should lick my paws or do something to show them that these were my real feet, not the fake feet humans put on before they go outside. I thought that maybe humans weren’t as smart as cats and wouldn’t understand such subtle distinctions unless they were pointed out.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"color: #343a40; line-height: 1.8; font-size: 18px;\"\u003eThat was when I was very young, just a kitten, really—back when I first came to live with Sarah. Now I know that humans sometimes best understand the truth of things if they come at it indirectly. Like how sometimes the best way to catch a mouse that’s right in front of you is to back up a bit before you pounce.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"color: #343a40; line-height: 1.8; font-size: 18px;\"\u003eAnd later at home, looking at my reflection in Sarah’s mirror (once I realized it wasn’t some other cat who was trying to take my home away from me), I saw how the bottoms of my legs did look a bit like the socks Sarah sometimes wears. Still, to say that they were socks and not that they looked like socks was clearly untrue.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"color: #343a40; line-height: 1.8; font-size: 18px;\"\u003eThe other way humans have of not telling the truth is when they’re trying to trick one another outright. 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