When Priscilla Died
When
all Mom’s
kids left home,
Priscilla, our
Siamese, lived on
to well past twenty years
of age. One day, approaching
her litter box, she raised one foot,
gave forth a strange raucous sound, and then
collapsed. The cat quite literally croaked!
*croaked is also American slang for died.
(I had introduced Priscilla to our family. I had been selling
cards all summer at age 14 so that I could buy myself a bike,
and a lady I sold cards to offered that cat to me! Boy, did
she live a long time.)
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