Kimberly, the pedigree cat, had it all—caviar, diamonds, her own mansion wing—until it was all ripped away. SOLD! And Kimberly? Dumped at a yard sale.
If that wasn’t humbling enough, it was a freckled girl, twelve years old, that whisked her away. A commoner no less. And now, Kimberly has to endure mac and cheese, Rhonda the Honda, and life with the family of a pre-teen girl (who is obsessed with cheese curls and the worst color invented: watermelon pink). Kimberly honestly doesn’t know if she will survive unless she can escape!
“Through loss, laughter, and love, Spoiled shows the difference between value and worth.”
Melissa Sheperd, author of Savant
The Spoiled series of books is written from the Christian point of view. An author’s worldview can’t help but emerge in his work. C.S. Lewis discusses this in his writings about coming up with the story of The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe. Kimberly herself prays to God, although rather self-centered, and even questions if God has made a mistake. But as the story unfolds, Kimberly experiences grace and love from Signey and witnesses the girl’s humility and repentance. By the end, Kimberly herself expresses her own humility, even if it is only a taste of it! The character arc and themes of friendship, grace, and earthly riches vs. love are rooted in Biblical truths.
The humor mixed with action and the beginnings of a beautiful friendship between a girl and her cat.
Now, personally, I wouldn’t mind skipping the next part of the story. What happened next was particularly shameful. But my humility, being as generous as it is, demands I tell it.
The estate held a yard sale for the little that remained. With the servants and maids long gone, the old gardener placed a few “odds and ends” on Madam’s card tables. A blender, a hot water bottle, tarnished silverware, a box of Sing Along with Mitch records . . . The crowning jewel, neatly placed in a Longaberger basket, was an extremely attractive Siamese cat, whose name doesn’t need to be mentioned.
Things could always get better. I smiled. After all, this was a second chance! I would find a richer Madam. The richest! My destiny lay in my own hands, or rather in my face. I frowned. I had charmed Madam—I could do it again.
The hot water bottle sold first.
Then a macramé owl.
One old buzzard lady even bought the basket I sat in. The nerve!
Were they all hard of seeing? Did no one notice me? Was I invisible? Like Madam, they would smile as they passed but they wanted nothing more than to keep me at a distance. Like a priceless artifact in a museum, set out to admire but not to touch.
Eventually, the gardener crossed out my selling price and lowered it.
After being lowered two more times, the word “FREE” appeared.
Then “FREE WITH RECORDS.”