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Isn't there an old superstition about cats stealing your breath while you sleep?
Ours have a different talent. They can magically sense whenever I'm in the biggest fattest hurry of my life and they take turns lining up in front of me and walking like little kitty grandmas. Ask Grancey how many times a week she'll suddenly hear me calling out from somewhere in the house, "Get out of the way, get out of the way, get the fuck out of the way!"
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Living is easy with eyes closed.
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