Cats in All the Wrong Places

If you look for love in all the wrong places, you won’t find it. But if you look for cats in unexpected places–well, that’s where they usually are!

Somehow this reminds me of the time my kid brother went missing and we had the neighbors, police, and fire department looking high and low for him–and I mean they looked everywhere. Everywhere, that is, except behind my father’s easy chair in a corner of the living room. The little nincompoop climbed down behind it and then fell sound asleep. And don’t think he was a toddler when he cut this caper.

About leeduigon

I have lived in Metuchen, NJ, all my life. I have been married to my wife Patricia since 1977. I am a former newspaper editor and reporter. I was also the owner-operator of my own small business for several years. I wrote various novels and short stories published during 1980s and 1990s. I am a long-time student of judo and Japanese swordsmanship (kenjutsu). I also play chess, basketball, and military and sports simulations. View all posts by leeduigon

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