Alva Review-Courier -

The four-year-old little girl had a startlingly vivid imagination. She loved to live in a make-believe world of her own, and expected everyone else who happened to be around to follow along.

One day she and little brother were with us for the afternoon. It was raining outside, so they were captive in the house. Renie was in the kitchen preparing lunch and soon heard growling noises coming from the living room. Glancing in, she spied Bailey lying on top of the back of the couch, purring and growling occasionally. Her little body was unmoving, but her slitted eyes were constantly roving around t...