Fragments From Floyd

I was newly dysemployed and the garden was at a resting place between planting and harvest, so this time two years ago I decided it was a good time to go west. I spent a few days with my daughter and her family, including young Abby, about 18 months old at the time. Lacking a pet of her own then, she was thrilled when a stray cat hopped over the fence. It seemed hungry (as all cats do always) so my daughter went to fetch the untouched chicken that Abby had refused at dinner.

Somehow, the fact that it was good enough for the cat made it enticing to the toddler; and while she was now eating what she had refused to eat at the supper table, she might as well eat it without hands--the way the cat does. Made for one of those shots you blow up big and give'em at their wedding reception twenty years later, don't ya think?