Two black kittens, small but getting about, took residence a couple of doors away. No mother came with the little furries. What did is a black male. Attentive, protective, he lies on his side the the small ones snuggle his tummy with their tiny lips. All sleep snuggled. A neighborhood conversation. So far the local rag and tube have not been told. Good.
My childhood always had a dog or cat or both who came home to our place. They had wonderful stories; some we knew and some we surmised. This story of my adulthood will join those of special relationships of long ago.
If only such kindness were common in the adult world.
A well-swept yard was once the mark of a well-kept house and property, owned or lent
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A Speech Delivered by The Daughter of A Tenant Farmer In Her High School Junior Year, 1927 Her Family Worked the Land Near Millport Alaba...
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A Speech Delivered by The Daughter of A Tenant Farmer In Her High School Junior Year, 1927 Her Family Worked the Land Near Millport Alaba...
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I met today with a a summer general education class. I like gen ed classes. They provide the greatest potential for reaching students. They ...
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Well-Swept Yard Remembering why I began this blog as a place to put things about my family. Stories. Photographs. Memories. Half-truths. Al...