Bret showed up with a Danish that had a hint of almond and lots of cinnamon. Andy thought it might be kitty food, too.Happily, it was not!Andy got up on my shredder.He head bumped the back of my head or just sniffed it. I felt a fuzzy presence on my neck at least!Tongue out. Giving me a Bronx cheer? Surely not!Earlier, Andy insisted that the bowl was empty….
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Andy sat on my shredder.Do you see what I just noticed? Something right out of the 1960’s….“…Bat Kattt…!”
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