Camelia and Sylvia

"There's something about that car."  The cat watched the wheels disappear down the curvy road.  Girl Cat knew something about that car.  She'd been in it several times, and when Camelia finally released her from that wire box-cave she was somewhere else.  "My people like Else."  Girl Cat preferred walks in the woods, on trails, where her nose and her paws knew what to expect. 

Camelia was not really a car lover, but it did take her to places where friends yet to meet often showed up.  Out of the woods is a town.  Camelia has begun to call the town "Home."  The winter was a cold one, and prayers were her closest company, warming her in places better than hot rocks.  Today, the car had taken her to a place where people help people.  People put seeds into the heaps of dark brown dirt there.  People dig into boxes filled with small red worms there.  People share cans and bags of food there.  Camelia liked that about this place. 

While waiting in the car, a bright gold light caught her eye.  Across the gravel lot where Car was parked, a very tall and ... well, elegant golden tree kept winking at Camelia.  The girl had never seen a Madrona as golden beautiful as this.  "Hello," the girl said looking up, up and further up.  Without thinking much about what she did, Camelia reached her small hand out and pat her palm tenderly, as she greeted the Madrona.  "Sylvia."  "Oh, Sylvia!"  The girl smiled.  "I am Camelia.  We live in the same town."  "I know," said the golden Madrona.  She had seen the girl before.  "I'm glad," they both said.