So yesterday, I almost laughed myself into convulsions when I realized what I’d asked the cat. Now, she’s a calico, and we all know how speshul they are (Tayler said that “Miss Kitty’s so speshul that her short bus is so short it’s actually really a scooter”!) anyway…Well, I went into the kitchen to feed her, patted her on the head, and asked, “Aw, poor Miss Thing. Is her going to extrapolate?” She looked up at me like I’d lost my mind. It didn’t dawn on me until I got back in the living room what I’d done. I’m glad she didn’t extrapolate – that kid’s got lungs! I’m also grateful she didn’t expire!!
Published by Mari Adkins
Appalachian gothic fiction writer - my works reflect a love of literature flavored by the darkness and magic residing in these ancient mountains. In my spare time, I'm a Simmer, I tumbl, I journal, but I always have a very strange sense of humor. I have lived away from the mountains and lived deep in the mountains. I currently live in Central Kentucky with my lifepartner and his cat. The mountains, their culture, their superstitions, their particular magics, will always be in my blood. View all posts by Mari Adkins