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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2015 4:21 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2015 11:00 am
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2015 12:33 am
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[10 AM tea time]
That cat.
Gabby could see that Carlos and his friend were having a lovely tea party outside, but all Gabby could think about was how that boil had almost tripped him, and ruined his one good day lately. So he was in no way interested in joining a tea party held by a troublemaker.
Instead, he walked over, and stared at the cat. He stared, and stared, and stared some more.
Then he - very slowly - achingly slow in fact - edged the toe over to one of the unfilled tea cups, and tipped it over until it rolled on his side.
His eyes widened for a moment, as if the move was a challenge, and then he swiveled to walk away.
Revenge.
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2015 12:55 pm
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