On a glittering night of destiny, a star was born.
There lay a tiny Persian kitten.
Pure white, she snuggled beside her littermates. Her sister, PittyPat, was a golden chinchilla Persian, who had squawked loudly upon her arrival. But she quickly curled up next to her sister and slept. Quincy was a black Persian, who nosed his sisters with curiosity before falling asleep.
“Grace, are you okay?” asked a gruff voice. That was the Director of Majestic Kennels, a cat who knew something about stars and destiny.
There came a warm purring, purring, purring. “Yes, I’m fine.”
The kitten knew that was MamaGrace. The kitten didn’t know Gruff Voice and didn’t trouble herself about it. Instead, she slept.
The video camera filmed her as she slept, her first screen test for Majestic Kennels.
She stretched clumsily. So adorable.
She rolled over. So sweet.
She yawned.
“Oh! Yowza!” said the gruff voice. “That white one? An angel!”
The name stuck: Angel.
All three kittens were cute.
But Angel? She was a star in the making.