I Taw a Putty Tat

At the farmer’s market.

Purse full.

Two homegrown peaches.

Fresh cut green beans.

Lemon cucumbers, a round zucchini, and a loaf of Parmesan bread.

In a chair, there is a woman with blonde hair and two kittens. She hands one to me even though I’m a dog person, not a cat person.

The grey puff of fur snuggles up against my chest and into the crook of my arm. He turns his head and looks at me with blue, blue eyes.

Think Ron would kill me?