Agnes by Tony Cochran for August 28, 2015

My brother had a Himalayan cat named Nettles’ Loot. I asked how he came up with that name. He said he was taking a walk and went by Mrs. Nettles’ house; a very elderly lady that had recently died. 2 kids with shovels were digging holes in the back yard of the lady’s house. My brother asked them what they were doing. They said, “Haven’t you heard? Mrs. Nettles buried a bunch of money in her backyard.” My brother said they had dug holes all over the yard. He walked over to one that was dug really deep and at the bottom was a wet cat covered in mud. My brother thought to himself, here’s Nettles’ Loot.