23The Arrival
Ok, final turn coming up, not a whole lot I
can do about my appearance, but I start fiddling with my hair and
trying to get the sweat off my face anyway before I turn in her
driveway and zip around her car to get it ready to go in the
garage. I smell wood smoke I am thinking, as my favorite cat dog
appears to great me. Sally Cat always runs to say ‘hi’ to me and
sounds like she is saying ‘Davie! Davie!’ In her meow meow
voice.
We call her a cat dog because she has dog
like tendencies and follows me around like a pup if I am in the
area.
“Hello, Sally Cat, where is mamma?” I say as
the back gate opens and Sherry and I rush to great each other.
“David, you’re safe!” Sherry says hugging me
and flinching at my whiskered face, as I nuzzle her back.
“Hey, Betsy. San
