Tales of wanton kitten destruction are very familiar to readers of this blog - but a good old-fashioned rip-snorting mystery, now that's new. First, the carnage. Came home last night to find the boys had somehow knocked Sam's prehistoric slate caveman depiction off the fireplace reducing 2 Grandy turtles to pottery shards. I can hear Joanie's voice, "Steve, those cats have got to go - they're destroying this house!".
Ho hum. I'm used to living in Beirut by now. So here's the thrilling mystery part. I got dim sum, ate it (delicious!) and left to go to the Beaches Jazz Festival. When I returned I found an empty plastic fortune cookie wrapper on the basement stairs. The boys had gotten up on the kitchen counter (more training necessary!) found the fortune
cookies and eaten one. Including the fortune. One theory. Or they just played with the cookie as a toy - but then, where are the broken cookie crumbs and the fortune? And since when do cats like cookies? Anyway, I wonder what the fortune read? "Kitten who eats fortune without reading it, misses the chance to know his future."xxx dad
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