Me and Sara's Store

     "Be careful not to let it get in the road," was the caution. But too late: the cat, mostly white with tan markings, escaped and ran directly into the road in front of Sara's store. And sure enough just as a car was passing by. The car brushed the cat. It didn't seem badly injured, but no one could be sure. Sara said to me, since I seemed to be  a responsible party, that, pending a trip to the vet to see if the animal was hurt, I would have to take it up to her house and put it in the porch. I asked whether the front porch or the back porch. She said the back porch.
   I brought the cat to Sara's house and around to the back porch, which was enclosed. The cat did not want to stay there, and I had a hard time keeping it inside while I closed the door. It was a double door and closed much like the shed in our yard. Because the cat kept trying to get out, I was unable to close the doors correctly. They were slightly ajar.  I wanted them to close securely but was afraid the cat would escape if I opened the doors to adjust them. So I left it the way it was, though I felt uncomfortable doing so.
    A while later, I dared to open the doors to check on the cat. There in the back porch was a wooden swing set and the boys, apparently my grandsons, two of them anyway, were swinging away, with the cat swinging in a third swing, completely distracted and content to be there. I felt relieved and thought that the boys should be praised for their efforts to appease the cat. I left them there.