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Fifty Five

Topsy’s Reward:


Lunch with Mrs Wilson was

always a learning experience. At times it was about her diet and why she liked sliced tomatoes with her eggs in the morning. Today she read a piece about the start of the war at Charleston Harbor.  Another time she would talk about she and the late Mr Wilson’s travels to Europe. That would probably account for the sea trunk in the barn loft. I got the feeling they were like most tourist making Paris their favorite city. She said with a wide grin thst she  would never forget the paintings in museums and galleries, they were so beautiful  I sure hope to see some of the places Mrs. Wilson talks about.

For this afternoon though George and probably Topsy would walk down to the creek which we did.  Topsy came along and did a lots of running around but didn’t climb any trees, just inspected everything.
On the way back tg the house we stopped at the edge of the yard and I turned gazing all around the field looking for the cat.  George pointed and said, ‘There, coming this way with her tail straight up in the air.”
As she got closer we could see something in her mouth. As she got closer we could see she was holding a little rabbit between her teeth. Topsy moved past us parading her catch for all to see.
We stood and watched the great hunter returning home with her catch. Topsy wasn’t walking so much as she was marching with pride, her head held high she past by us without a glance.
“The great hunter,” George said,
Or a circus cat I thought.

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