Nineteen

OK, here's a little lighter story.

One of our cats, Mac, will eat anything. It doesn't always stay down, but he eats it. Lima beans are a favorite, but with this problem. He will eat: jellybeans, honeydew melon, grapes, corn, bread, etc. The only thing he won't eat are pickles and sauerkraut. A refined palate, yes?

I was clearing out the computer room not too long ago, where in addition to the computer organizer, there was this huge desk. At the back of the knee hole I'd put a box, and under one set of drawers that didn't go clear to the floor, I had slid a plastic organizer. When I got down on hands and knees, groping around for anything that might have fallen back there, I touched something that was hard and light, but weird shaped. Pulling it out into the light, I found a well-gnawed pizza crust. Not only that, but there was also a dessicated ear of corn, complete with the little stick things in one end. Now I knew why I had an odd number of the corn holder thingies. And it didn't take too much guess work to figure out who hid back there to munch on his purloined snacks. What got me, though, was, How long had they been back there? And where else would I find his leftovers? That particular hidey-hole is no more though, because after emptying the desk, we took an axe and gave (at least) 40 whacks. It was one of those self-assembly desks, put together in the room, and there was no way it was coming out intact. We replaced it with a cabinet and now there is far more room in there to work. The desk always ended up totally covered in papers, etc., so the top was useless. And of course underneath....


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