Our cat has taken to sleeping in the dark on one of the top stairs leading to the concrete-floored basement. This is exactly why there are guide dogs, but not cats.
Do you remember reading that sometimes the pharaohs were buried with their favorite cat? I always assumed that they killed the cat to bury with the pharaoh, but maybe it was the other way around, maybe the cat killed the pharaoh.
Speaking of Levantine people killing each other, how exactly are the Taliban and the Mahdi army any different from gangs? Maybe we should deploy an army of cats, they're stealthy and they have no conscience; Al walks on the kitchen counters even when we're standing right there.
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