In continuation of last week’s column, I can add ripping a phone book in half, crushing a full pop can between my hands and lifting a burning tree trunk over my head to the list of things I can’t do.
I’ve realized that there are a lot of things that I can’t do and there are a lot of things that I am clueless about.
I’ve had a thought for awhile, and it’s just now coming back into play again: what if your cat, or pet, is unbelievably friendly and loving to you and to other people, but is the meanest, fight-picking bully around every other animal?
I’m afraid that I am about to pay dearly for a stupid bet that I made a few months ago.
I want to believe the following account is not just a coincidence.
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