Old Granny Goodness

Old Granny had a big brown kitten, which was the love of her life. Old Granny’s eyes were failing, of that there was no doubt. She swore her cat was a gentle Persian, a sweet little cat. Now everyone loved Old Granny and so tolerated how it did act. We didn’t have the heart to tell her how wild it was, you know. Like the time it jumped thru her screen window going after a bird. Or how it tore up another screen to get to a squirrel up in a tree. Or how it climbed the preacher’s leg to get his bowl of ice cream. The chicken coup was violated by another fateful event. But granny wouldn’t listen, because she loved that crazy thing. She said it was a kitten, but it had very Huge, great big paws And as it grew that sleek, short haired, big thing, truthfully began to roar. It eventually laid in wait for anything that would cross it’s path… Oh my goodness Granny… Goodness! Goodness! Goodness! That’s a mountain lion and NOT a cat! From that day forward we called her Old Granny Goodness… For the trouble she could find, Oh My Goodness Everybody loved her, she was the talk and entertainment of our town. But a more loving and dear soul, will never be found.