My new home wasn't too bad. We lived in the basement of an old lady. She was like a grandma to us girls. She always had cookies for us when we got home from school. Dad said it gave her something to do.
I didn't like the cat hair I sometimes found in the cookies but I tried not to show it. I would sneak the cookies in my pocket and throw them away until I got to my kitchen.
Her name was Norma.
She had wrinkles everywhere. Two or three chins, blubber around her middle, fat feet. But what she lacked in skinniness she makes up in smiles and happiness.
She never had kids. Her husband died when he was in his 70's. Norma has to be in her 90's. And she has no brothers or sisters.
The kids in the neighborhood called her Granny Norma.
She has the coolest collection of glass cats.
They are all over her house. Her favorites are in a glass case in her study.
Norma showed us all her cats the first day we moved in. The neighbor helped dad and Norma helped us stay out of the way by giving us tour of her house.
Norma's favorite cat was a cute pink one. It looked like it was taking a nap and fit perfectly in my hand. She let me hold it but only when she was there watching.
She also has about 50 cats.
Not really, but a person can't go anywhere in her house and not step on or sit on a cat.
Funny thing, I don't remember her house smelling like Mindy's. Norma must change the litter box often.
I liked being in Norma's house. It was cozy.
Most of the cats like me and when I visited they all crowded around me, wanting my attention.
One cat was gray and white and named Crisco.
I know, right? What's up with the name? But the name fit because it was a slick cat.
That cat knew how to pick a fight then when Norma came hobbling in to scold the cats, Crisco would look innocent and Norma would get after the other cat.
Crisco was also a thief, stealing food and toys and attention.
I didn't like the cat hair I sometimes found in the cookies but I tried not to show it. I would sneak the cookies in my pocket and throw them away until I got to my kitchen.
Her name was Norma.
She had wrinkles everywhere. Two or three chins, blubber around her middle, fat feet. But what she lacked in skinniness she makes up in smiles and happiness.
She never had kids. Her husband died when he was in his 70's. Norma has to be in her 90's. And she has no brothers or sisters.
The kids in the neighborhood called her Granny Norma.
She has the coolest collection of glass cats.
They are all over her house. Her favorites are in a glass case in her study.
Norma showed us all her cats the first day we moved in. The neighbor helped dad and Norma helped us stay out of the way by giving us tour of her house.
Norma's favorite cat was a cute pink one. It looked like it was taking a nap and fit perfectly in my hand. She let me hold it but only when she was there watching.
She also has about 50 cats.
Not really, but a person can't go anywhere in her house and not step on or sit on a cat.
Funny thing, I don't remember her house smelling like Mindy's. Norma must change the litter box often.
I liked being in Norma's house. It was cozy.
Most of the cats like me and when I visited they all crowded around me, wanting my attention.
One cat was gray and white and named Crisco.
I know, right? What's up with the name? But the name fit because it was a slick cat.
That cat knew how to pick a fight then when Norma came hobbling in to scold the cats, Crisco would look innocent and Norma would get after the other cat.
Crisco was also a thief, stealing food and toys and attention.
