Childhood Adventures in the Barn

Bud and I grew up together.  His two youngest and my two youngest sisters were inseparable, spending endless time together at our place or theirs. The barn was still one of the most favored places to play.  When my parents got a new bed, the girls snagged the old bed, managed to get it to the barn and set themselves up a play area over the feed room.  Connie and Marilyn had a couple of old camp cots, so they were quite comfortable for sleepovers.  There was no need to worry about their safety.  Had anyone been foolish enough to try to sneak up, the dogs would have sounded the alarm, bringing Daddy scurrying from the house with his shotgun.

The cat and dogs who slept in the barn were delighted for the girls’ company. The dogs buried up in the hay, like usual.   I’m sure they would have loved getting in bed with the girls, but couldn’t climb the ladder.  Old Tom, the cat had no problem.  During  the night he cuddled up to to Connie purring like a washing machine.  He needed her love.  Every time she drifted off, he poked her awake.  Finally, he snuggled up next to her ear and settled in.  The next morning when Connie awoke, Tom was gone.   Connie’s face was slimy with something stiff and furry stuck in her hair.  When she pulled the mess loose, she found Old Tom had gifted her with His best dead rat.

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