Rama the Gypsy Cat
Rama the cat has no home. He is the Gypsy Cat, and a life full of travel and adventure awaits him.
When a gypsy woman found Rama as a kitten, she pierced his ear with a golden earring and named him after an exiled prince who wandered for years, having many adventures. Rama the cat lives up to his namesake when he strays from the wagon that was his home, and begins his own thrilling journey, discovering dangers on the wharf, in the forest, and by the river, encountering new foes and friends. Will Rama ever return to his old life . . . and does he even want to? This ebook features an illustrated biography of Betsy Byars including rare images from the author’s personal collection.
behind. Again he was swept under water. Again he rose and began to struggle. He had no time to think now. It was instinct and an overpowering will to live that made Rama fight the water, made him try again and again to pull himself up on a log. The task seemed impossible. The logs rolled when he touched them, and the more he clawed, the faster the logs would turn in the water. Still Rama did not give up. He redoubled his efforts, turning wildly from side to side in the water, clutching whatever
and into the thick grass. Behind him, the log completed its turn in the water and then continued down the river, its speed increasing with the current. Rama ran. He did not stop to look back at the river. He did not stop to lick his fur. He ran to put as much distance as possible between himself and the fearful river. Not until he was deep in the forest and could no longer hear the sound of the water did he stop. There was no one to hear him here in the dark of the forest, but Rama opened his
peddler asked again. Rama did not know. He only sensed that this place was somehow familiar, yet unfamiliar, too. He moved his front paws with a tiny, restless, up-and-down movement that betrayed to the peddler the depth of Rama’s uneasiness. The peddler stroked him, and Rama responded by rising and rubbing against the peddler’s leg. Yet when he took his hand away, Rama was restless again. The peddler filled his long pipe and began to puff slowly. He did not smoke often, only when he felt
the wagon moved away from the river and toward the west. “Too-rah-lie-oooooh!” he sang happily, and Rama licked his bib once, and then looked with alert eyes toward the horizon. A Biography of Betsy Byars Betsy Byars (b. 1928) is an award-winning author of more than sixty books for children and young adults, including The Summer of the Swans (1970), which earned the prestigious Newbery Medal. Byars also received the National Book Award for The Night Swimmers (1980) and an Edgar Award for
barn. All morning, while Jimmy helped haul logs from the forest, Rama lay by the fire without moving. The woman came often to touch his forehead, but he did not stir. At noon, when Jimmy came in to dinner, he said, “He looks a little better, don’t you think, Ma?” He took his plate to the fire and watched the cat while he ate. She looked at him and shook her head. “About the same, Son. He don’t seem to be noticing much.” “Pa, do you think he’ll live?” Jimmy asked after a moment. His father