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promptly named him Oliver Herlocker. 1 don’t recall the source tor Oliver, hut I had a second grade teacher named Miss Herlocker and 1 loved her dearly. Soon after Oliver's arrival my mother announced, "We ll have him worked on so he won’t run around.” A number of years were to go by before 1 figured that out.
After being "worked on” Oliver grew fat and lazy. He spent his days eating and dozing in the sunshine in the summer and beside the wood stove, or on my bed, in the winter. Oliver had his own private entrance to the small, enclosed back porch; it was a small opening which caused some problems as Oliver became fatter and fatter. «
Perhaps Oliver was not as lazy as 1 thought, for at some point in the spring of the last year of his long life, Oliver transgressed. He won the eternal enmity of the mockingbird that yearly proclaimed by song that our two acres were his own. Perhaps Oliver caught and devoured a fledgling Minins just out of the nest and yet unable to fly. Whatever the sin, the mockingbird scolded the cat whenever he ventured into the yard and attacked when Oliver was at his most vulnerable.
Litter boxes were unknown in those days, and Oliver chose the soft earth of my mother’s vegetable garden in which he would "do his business,” Mimus observed this holedigging from a perch on the clothes line 20 yards away. When Oliver squatted the mockingbird descended
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