I pick up the tiny girl and sit her on my knee as I begin to read to her.
It's one of Lucas' favorite childhood books, one about an old cat named Felicity, who wanders a great land during the ancient ages.
A story about an old, elderly cat. What an odd choice for Lucas. I don't know why he'd be so enamored with an elderly cat, particularly as a child.
At any rate, Felicity lives in a village of mice, having traveled there from her old home when the cats that lived there all died.
The mice accepted the old, wise cat and live in peace, teaching her the mouse tongue, and telling stories and singing songs, as she teaches them history and life lessons.
This old cat has a very special ability only cats could have; the ability to see the souls of the other beings in the world, rather than their outer appearance.
She sees them as they truly are.
When she arrived to the mouse village, the first thing she said upon meeting them, in their own tongue, was this:
