Goldwhiskers
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by Heather Vogel Frederick
Matron herded the three orphans into the dining room and went to wake the others. As Bubble and Squeak and Sir Edmund took their places at the breakfast table, Glory gazed down at her paw. The engagement ring sparkled in the reflected firelight like the star on top of the Christmas tree.
‘Lux tenebras exstinguit,’ she whispered to herself, and went in to join her friends.