Books By Jo Cattell

Books By Jo Cattell

Saturday, June 30, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday "Summer Rain"



Nick stroked her hair and held her gently in his arms. “Chloe, it’s over now. You know what the real truth is. Tell me.”
“I don’t know anymore,” she cried softly.
It was starting to get dark but he didn’t care, and if Shelly had a problem with it, he would take her away with him tonight. He had to fix what they had done to her. He decided to start with her mother. “Your mother was a beautiful person who loved you dearly. She was not a whore and she didn’t want to leave you. You know that. You read her letter to you. Chloe, you are just like her. You have her heart, her beauty, and her smile.”
“I miss her so much,” She cried softly.
Nick closed his eyes, feeling her pain in away. “I know you do.


Friday, June 22, 2012

For Team Kilah

Kilah
It’s no secret that the last year and a half of my life has been an emotional roller coaster of sorts.  I have been fighting a losing battle to keep my niece from the same fate that her baby sister met.  I reflect on those last few weeks of Chloe’s life almost daily and in some ways still feel like I failed her.  Although the person who was responsible for her death has finally admitted neglect, they only did so that criminal charges would not be filed against them if an extensive investigation was started.  Chloe’s medical records were never looked at, if fact, while she was alive and I begged for them to be looked at, my pleas fell on deaf ears, and a few weeks later, she was gone.
Chloe
So why am I posting about this?  I guess because I will always feel like I failed Chloe and I will forever do what I can to make that right.  I know in my heart I did everything I could, but still, all I have left of that sweet little girl is her picture and her favorite doll I keep in the bottom drawer of my nightstand that still smells like her and I can’t bare to hold because every time I do the tears start again and I can’t make them stop.  
Last night a very dear friend of mine posted something that opened all those flood gates again and I saw my chance to help a little girl named Kilah. I really know nothing about her except what I have read, I will never meet her because she live somewhere else, but in many ways reminds me so much of little Chloe.  I couldn’t help Chloe or now her older sister who will be returned to the person who caused Chloe’s death. But maybe this will be the start of something big.  There is a petition to make the laws harder on those who hurt or kill a child and make them register like pedophiles.  One that right now is starting in NC and hopefully will go national. I’m asking that anyone who reads this, go to the blog page for Kilah and read her story.  Then click on the link for Change.org and sign this petition. Do it for the ones like Chloe who lost their voice and the ones like Kilah who still have one. 


Peace, Love, & Hope~JC

Saturday, June 16, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday "Summer Rain"




“Come back to me,” he whispered.
She smiled at that, and turned around and kissed him hungrily. He touched her face as they kissed and she purred as he pulled her closer.
     “Good morning, Beautiful,” he said in between their kisses.
“Good morning, Lover,” She giggled. “I didn’t want to wake you so I came out here,” she explained as he held her.
“Okay, so I’m awake. Come back to bed.”
     “We have to get moving. Breakfast will be here soon and then we have to go to our other rooms,
she reminded him.
“Yeah, I kind of forgot about the other rooms. I like this one. It has sentimental meaning now,” he
teased. She giggled at that and hugged him.

Saturday, June 9, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday "Summer Rain"




“Just follow me and let me do most of the talking.” She pushed the button that opened the door to the children’s ward. She noticed the grin on his face as he stared at her. “Okay, what?”

“You look like the Blue Fairy.” A very sexy Blue Fairy, one that he wouldn’t mind coming to visit him at night. He had to stop himself from thinking of her that way. She was just a friend.

“And you look like Pinocchio.  That’s the point. I volunteer here once a week and this is how I dress. The kids love it. Now, if you behave yourself, maybe I will turn you into a real boy.” She was tired of his jokes and just wanted to visit the kids and then Millie. She hoped that what she had just said put him in his place.