Queue on 26/4/2011 at 15:21

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My daddy come to the shed out back and got me and said throw this hereaway and handed me a towel with somethin' in it. I went for the trash barrel there and opened up the towel to see 'cause they was a noise and somethin' movin' in it. Hit was a little ol' bitty cat, no bigger than a squirrel.

I didn't feel right about throwin' it in the trash. I takened a shoe box from there in the shed and emptied out some screwdrivers and nuts and warshers from it and put the little feller in that and buried him in the corner of the yard there. That seemed more proper to me, I reckon.

I heared it cryin' a little. It stopped after a spell. I wadn't but six or eight. I reckon I didn't know what to do. I didn't know how to care for no cat. Mama and Daddy didn't want him. They learned me to do what they told me to. These days I figure it might of been best to give him right back to the Good Lord right off the bat anyhow.

Tocky on 27/4/2011 at 04:26

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I like the way you meow.