#212
My husband had a cat who frequently left "gifts" in the garage. Truly a master of the craft, Stormy twisted small, unfortunate animals into long, thin ropes of fur and gore, rendering them totally unrecognizable. Needless to say, my husband and his brother never could agree on whose turn it was to clean up after Stormy. I always pictured her being offended by their ungratefulness.
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