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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic

Featured Review on this writing by Suzanne Mays

An event



a. A Situation

b. A Problem

c. A Happening

British Noun - informal


It was the Fourth of July weekend. I had left work two hours early because everybody else had taken off and I had time on the books. It was Friday. The Fourth of July was on Sunday which meant we had Monday off. I drove home through a July thunderstorm in Tidewater, Virginia. I drove into the driveway to see that my wife had already cut the grass, front and back, for the holiday weekend.

My thoughts were on going to Glasgow, VA for the weekend. My son had e-mailed that my brother would be there too, and we would have a picnic.

I walked in and asked my wife, “How was your day?” 

“We had a Kerfuffle.” 

“We had a Kerfuffle?” I asked.

She said, “Yes, a Kerfuffle.” 

I said, “We had a Kerfuffle?” 

Again, she said, “Yes. We had a Kerfuffle.”

I said, “Well, tell me about it.”  I suddenly became worried about her car or what she was making for supper or even that she had been pregnant.

She said Mrs. Gammon called to say that Josie, our cat, was sleeping in her candytuft flowers and digging them up and eating them too. And could we please, possibly do something about it. Josie is almost totally black. We adopted her as a baby kitten when my wife and her brother found her in the parking lot of the public library. She was not four inches long.


Mrs. Gammon lives two houses down the street and is eighty-three years old.  She said she was on her hands and knees weeding her candytufts when she came upon Josie. She said she did not see Josie sleeping in her flowers and Josie did not see Mrs. Gammon either. They both startled at the exact same moment. Mrs. Gammon’s complaint was that she almost had a heart attack. We found Josie laying on our front steps, several shades lighter than her original black color. My wife opened the door and Josie immediately bolted in to sleep in the safety of our bed.

A kerfuffle. I am not sure that is a word. I looked it up. It is. I had never heard that word used before.

When she woke up, we had the adolescent “Candytuft” talk with Josie we should have had with her when she was younger.

Mrs. Gammon was all right but never seemed to acknowledge us again. After that, she always carried around a water pistol when weeding the candytuft flower bed.

Josie came home wet many times after that.



Submitted: October 08, 2021

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Suzanne Mays

Kerfuffle - what a word - but it sounds like a situation or type of commotion. When my son was little he said "pumes" to describe a skunk. A combination of fumes and pugh that sounded right.

Fri, October 8th, 2021 1:11pm

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