Years ago we had a cute little kitten named Fatty Cat. My late husband and the kids just adored him and his antics. Well, one day Fatty Cat disappeared. Was he hiding? Had he escaped out the door? Was he cat-napped? We looked high and low--no Fatty Cat. During that time, my husband was hospitalized and continued to ask about the kitten. The answer was always the same---haven't found him. After several days, I noticed an odd odor coming from the sofa bed, opened it up and there was the missing kitten, flat as a pancake. Fatty Cat had become Flatty Cat. I never did have the heart to tell my husband what had happened. Sometimes bad news is best kept to yourself.
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