“I can’t believe it!”
“What can’t you believe?”
“This! What
the hell happened?”
Maggie strained to look around her husband. He had come to a halt in the middle of
stepping over the threshold into their front entryway. She could see drifts of white toilet
paper streaming across the tile floor, leading into the living room. She pushed past him, letting him shut
the door while she moved into the house.
The culprits, a pair of Siamese cats sat cleaning their
faces in the middle of what looked like several rolls of shredded tissue.
“Oh my, bad kitties.” She said.
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