Come On Sweetie

She was a delicate cat, a darling little miss. Her soft tan color gave her a look of daintiness. I climbed up on a ladder and tried to coax her down. She blinked her eyes at me, backed up with a frown. Come on, sweetie, I said. You are such a darling honey. I told my husband I could get her; we had bet some real money. She got higher now, and it made me irritated. She was at least six feet further, I felt exasperated. Come on, honey, I said with my sweetest smile. She backed up further, more than a yard, maybe a mile. My husband came out and yelled “How are you doing up there?” I said “You scared her, and now the bet is not fair!” He laughed at this, for he knew I might welch on the bet. Come on, baby, I said to the cat whose eyes got quite wet. She lunged at me with a paw trying hard to scratch me. So I removed the ladder and left her up in that tree.