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 We took a weekend trip to Solvang. When we came back we found our silver tea service on the kitchen counter with several small dents. It had been on top of the refrigerator. That is, until Bob the Cat tried to get up there, and pulled the tray, teapot, coffee pot, creamer and sugar bowl over on himself and scratch one ceramic teapot too. This woke our son, Scott, who was fast asleep in his room. Afterwards he penned this poem to tell us what happened if he wasn't home when we arrived. It seems the previous evening he and some of his friends had a marshmallow roast in the fire place. We surmise Bob the Cat got too close and singed some whiskers - ah, kitty curiousity - and that scared him, so he headed for high country - his favorite high place being on top of the cupboard, via the fridge - except for this time! |
