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Bluddy cat!
Why does the cat think that every time I cut up an onion there will be beef for him.
A little while ago, he saw the knife, he saw the onion, he demanded in and sat underfoot whilst I cut up the onion. When I started on the carrot and celery he was beside himself. But alas, we are having vege soup tonight. The disappointed cat is soaking up the last of the afternoon sun on this late winter arvo. I think he knows in his heart this time there is no beef!
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