Last week I spent some time at an animal sanctuary in upstate NY adopting a kitty for the barn—to take the place of my dear, departed, ace-mouser Mary. The exercise was probably more rigorous than applying for a gun permit, but that’s okay. After an emotional hour observing the roomful of hopeful adoptees while spiritually connecting with all my beloved past pets, I finally chose a beautiful, feisty 2 year-old tuxedo who was an incessant menace to the others. I could hear a collective sigh of relief from the caretaker and all the cats as I left with her.
She will be called Sybil, in honor of a local legend.
Sybil Ludington is a little-known Revolutionary war hero who, on a rainy night in 1777, rode forty miles on horseback through dangerous, enemy-infested woods calling to arms her father’s regiment to halt a British raid on Connecticut and New York. She was only sixteen years old. There is a formidable statue by Anna Hyatt Huntington in Carmel, NY of Sybil Ludington on her mount that captures the urgency of her mission and the bravery of that young girl.