Thursday, November 19, 2009
When we got to her back steps she put her right foot on the first step then pushed down on her knee with her right hand. “Whew,” she said, “Give an ole lady a hand, will ya boy?”
We made the three steps just fine and reach the screen door. I could already hear cats, and a yellow kitten had climbed over halfway up the screen, and was hanging there like one of those annoying stuffed cats you see on people’s car windows nowadays. That kitten was yelling like a banshee. Old lady Scantland tapped the screen right at the belly of that kitten, and it fell to the floor – “blasted cats,” she muttered.
