THE KNEADING

The last vestige of hope had deserted us.  The Ries Catnip Company had backed out of the deal.  And now the giant kittens were playfully mauling people on the streets.

It was going to be a long weekend.  Everyone tried to stay indoors, but there was shopping to be done, for Christ’s sake.

The general consensus was that when the kittens tired themselves out, they would simply take naps.  And maybe – just maybe – we’d have enough men to transport the enormous ball of yarn from Wilkes-Barre.








-SLL