“Watch close, darlin’! You must do as I do. You must carry them with you while doing your chores around the barn. Swing them slowly. To and fro. To and fro. Ever so gently. Did I tell you they are inbred and highly nervous? And must be swung daily? They love being swung.” And with that, she handed me two cats ensconced in Bloomingdale’s shopping sacks and headed back up to the big house. I just stood there slack-jawed holding those darn cats. I carried them into the barn office and called Sammy. Before I could even get halfway through my story, he interrupted me.
