“That stupid cat is back again!” I pulled open the back door and sprinted outside yelling at it. The large black tom cat stood its ground until I stooped as if to gather a stone. He finally turned tail, bounded up the back wall, and vanished.
When I turned around Cal and Hannah were standing at the kitchen window staring at me. Staring is the polite term in my daughter’s case. She was glaring with murderous intent.
“I wasn’t going to throw it.”
“It’s cruel to chase him like that.”
“Well it’s cruel how much cat poo I’m finding in the flower beds, pumpkin. The back garden smells like a public toilet and the warm weather isn’t helping....
Please subscribe to keep reading.