Dick in Newport had a story about his friend Linwood Moody from Waldo County, Maine. In fact, Linwood was the station agent in Brooks, Maine. Linwood was always full of stories when Dick visited. Often he told about how Me and Kitty did this or my Kitty and I did that.
After they were pretty well acquainted, Dick thought it would be all right to ask Linwood if Kitty was his wife. “Hell no!” Linwood said. “That’s what I call my cats. It’s easy to remember and they all answer to it.”
Which reminded me of the story of Nub and the three holes in his kitchen mopboards with little flaps of burlap tacked over them, otherwise open to the elements. Nub’s buddy asked about the holes. “Cat doors,” Nub said.
“Why are there three of them?”
“I got three cats.”
“Couldn’t the cats all use one door?”
Nub said, “No. When I say scat, I mean scat.”
After they were pretty well acquainted, Dick thought it would be all right to ask Linwood if Kitty was his wife. “Hell no!” Linwood said. “That’s what I call my cats. It’s easy to remember and they all answer to it.”
Which reminded me of the story of Nub and the three holes in his kitchen mopboards with little flaps of burlap tacked over them, otherwise open to the elements. Nub’s buddy asked about the holes. “Cat doors,” Nub said.
“Why are there three of them?”
“I got three cats.”
“Couldn’t the cats all use one door?”
Nub said, “No. When I say scat, I mean scat.”
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