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I've so enjoyed reading your wonderful tales (tails?) of the Animal House! Please don't stop!!.
When my cat's birth mom, who lives down the hall from me, used to come by daily, I'd often walk into the dining room to find her stretched out on the dining room table. She would never lay on the bare table, however. She would either be lying on top of a newspaper or, more often than not, a place mat. I always found that terribly amusing.
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