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  • It was 1962. My high-school boyfriend was very shy, sweet, innocent and trusting. My mother was a card and a big tease.

    Hal would come over and sit beside us on the long couch in our living room. Taffy, the cat would wander into the room, and my mother would say, "Harold, stop kicking the cat."

    "I'm not kicking the cat," Hal would say, all worried.

    This went on for several years. Every time he came over, my mother told him to stop kicking the cat.

    It's amazing that 50 years later, we're still friends.


    This happened in DeWitt, NY, but Cowbird doesn't list DeWitt as a place. It's a real place!
    (Photo by Keith Taitt.)
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