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So, my sister's cat is a moron. Any time a door opens, the front door, the bedroom door, the closet, she rushes through it. Maybe she's the reincarnation of George Armstrong Custer. In the morning, she'll stand around the back door yowling till someone lets her in. Then she'll walk around yowling till someone feeds her, which I can understand. It's bullshit, though, I've seen her eat the dog's food, so she's not that hungry. She'll take maybe two bites of what she was so desperate for, then go back over to the door and yowl to be let out. Any time she starts that shit with me, I lock her in the bathroom for 10 minutes. She forgets after a few weeks, because the rest of the family panders to her. |
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