One Day at a Time

By “E.T. Trevathan, Contributing Writer

 
Series: One day at a time | Story 107


Well it is a warm and humid morning here in our little valley. There is a light breeze blowing. I am sitting on the front porch, I really like sitting here in the font porch swing.

The cats ate their breakfast and then they came and sat with me for a few minutes and now they are gone to their cool places for the day, they are smart cats they now how to stay cool on hot days.

We still miss our Kitty Tom, he has been gone since February, he left on Valentines day morning and then later that morning we heard someone shoot a gun, he lived here for years, I find myself looking at the window wh...



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