1. Well, it looks like we re at it again
She stood in the doorway, frowning, with a black cat tucked over her arm and five others flopped down beneath the shade of a tree in the front yard of her house on Queen Street in St. James. In the backyard, a few kittens mewed as they lay in the sun. Inside, 15 sets of paws awaited their guardian’s return.
A sign on the front door asked in capital letters that agents and pedlars skip over the house, and a large board propped against the tree, just past a picket fence spanned by chicken wire, reiterated the message.