Conversations with My Mom

I talked on the phone with my mom today.  In between talking about zucchini casserole recipes, what's new with my aunts and uncles, and general catching-up, she suddenly interrupted the conversation:

"Oh no! That pesky cat is going straight for the squirrel feeder.  You know, it brought a vole to the downstairs neighbor the other day.  Hold on a minute, excuse me for yelling into the phone.."

Then, she yelled out her window, "Manson! No, Manson!" 

There was a pause, and then she said, "Oh, he's going for it anyway. I just won't watch."

I said, "Is this the stray neighborhood cat that stalks your yard? What did you call him?"

"Yeah," she says. "Dad named him Manson, because he's a little murderer."

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2. Memorable nights with friends 

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