Those of you that read this regular series know that I am from Hackett, Arkansas, just a mile or so from the Oklahoma border, and just about 10 miles south of the Arkansas River. It was a redneck sort of place, and just zoom onto my previous posts to understand a bit about it.
When I was around four or five years old, around 1961 or 1962, I begged my parents to get a cat for me. I have always been more of a cat person than a dog person, but I really have nothing against dogs. Cats and I just understand each other than dogs and I do. That is while were still living in North Little Rock.
My grandmum had been ill with a thyroid condition that required surgery, so my parents hired a very nice black lady by the name of Sadie to look after us during the day until my grandmum recovered from her surgery. It just so happened that Sadie new someone who had a couple of kittens to give away, so we drove over to their house one Saturday and got Lucy.