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reggae
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After reading conniecat's post about keeping little Simon, it brought to mind something that happened here a while back.
My dear old Aunt Margie was a hard working soul. She had a hard life, and always worked cleaning houses for a living. She was a real small woman but could clean like a magician with her years of experience.
Her one enjoyment was the weekly family card games. She loved playing cards and it was great fun for everyone, with some stiff competition going on.
A lot of the games were at my sister's house. My sister was a real animal lover and had two cats and a dog. She really spoiled those pets and Margie always commented on how nice it would be to have the life of one of those dear pets.
She would always tell my sister that when she died, she would come back as a cat, a white cat. And she would come to my sister's house to live in luxury! It was her standard comment every time we played cards.
Well, dear Margie made it to her 60's and died after a sudden illness.
After the funeral, when my sister went home, up her long winding driveway came a white kitten!!! This is really true, I swear!
Maybe it was just a coincidence, who knows? But there are no neighbors around there, and the kitten just came walking out of the woods. A pure white beautiful kitten!
Of course, my sister kept the kitten, and of course, she named her "Margie"
She lived a long, happy life in my sister's house, in luxury
So now I have to wonder?? How did little Simon come to pick connie??
My dear old Aunt Margie was a hard working soul. She had a hard life, and always worked cleaning houses for a living. She was a real small woman but could clean like a magician with her years of experience.
Her one enjoyment was the weekly family card games. She loved playing cards and it was great fun for everyone, with some stiff competition going on.
A lot of the games were at my sister's house. My sister was a real animal lover and had two cats and a dog. She really spoiled those pets and Margie always commented on how nice it would be to have the life of one of those dear pets.
She would always tell my sister that when she died, she would come back as a cat, a white cat. And she would come to my sister's house to live in luxury! It was her standard comment every time we played cards.
Well, dear Margie made it to her 60's and died after a sudden illness.
After the funeral, when my sister went home, up her long winding driveway came a white kitten!!! This is really true, I swear!
Maybe it was just a coincidence, who knows? But there are no neighbors around there, and the kitten just came walking out of the woods. A pure white beautiful kitten!
Of course, my sister kept the kitten, and of course, she named her "Margie"
She lived a long, happy life in my sister's house, in luxury
So now I have to wonder?? How did little Simon come to pick connie??