Trash Cats

No, Kasey and I are not trash. We are helping with trash. You see, She has gotten tired of filing and sorting and decided to throw it all away. So now there are new piles. Things that get shredded up by the machine, and things that go into a big, black bag. It makes Her cry to throw away some cards and letters, but what can you do when there is no place left to stack them. Let me just assure you, none of Her Eddie treasures will go into the trash. She has a nice box for all the things from Her Eddie-Kids. There are school papers, though, from kids who have graduated and gone on with their lives. She doesn't need to save those. She is tossing all the saved bills that She has already paid. She has all Mazie's notes and pictures in a neat bag, and all the things from Her brother and his family in a special file. Kasey likes to paw at the papers on the floor, as if she is burying something, and I am helping Her decide what to keep. Sometimes you have to be cruel and stare with a mean face when She tries to keep too many things. She gets a little bummed when She finds papers that remind Her of better days, but I know how to cheer Her up. Don't worry. She will be glad when that big, black bag is full and out for the truck to pick up. Bye for now.