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Oh god... No way!

Arg, I am embarassed. My mother stopped by my apartment on her way home from the market, with a gift of watermelon and fresh eggs. When she got there, with my father, she let Freja out of the conservatory and into the living room to play. I went to make tea, and we sat down to be civilised and chat. I heard Freja nosing around in the kitchen bin, and got up to tell her off..... when she came marching around the corner, ready to jump into my dad's lap and chew her bounty. And her bounty was?
A visibly used condom, of course.
It had somehow contracted some yummy chicken grease whilst in the bin.
I nearly died of embarrasment.

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Hmm... *eyes Sera* Who are you letting into our apartment, girl? So that we get such nice presents.... Pfff.... We must review our relationship i can see :P

omg thats awful!! But funny!

Ha!

Isn't it amazing that time continues to move and you continue to breathe after a moment like that?! I've had a few of those myself. . .and am astounded the world keeps turning.

Sweet cats, what would we do without them?

Thanks for the comment on my blog!

The thing is--cats know exactly what they're doing. They punish us by embarrassing us to get back at our audacity at thinking we own them. This struggle has been going on for thousands of years! (I think the cats are winning, Seraphin)

lol, your right, Utenzi.... the cats certainly are winning!

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