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  • Last Friday was my son’s birthday and we made cupcakes. They’ve been sitting on the kitchen table.

    Odd things started to happen.

    A random cupcake went missing. “There were six here, who ate one?” Both kids blamed the third child, also known as “Not-Me”. The next day, a cupcake was found under the kitchen table, a single small bite removed. “Cupcake chupacabra” I said.

    I started to wonder if maybe we had paranormal activity. I turned to the TV in the kitchen. It was off, so no other wordly communication via static was possible. Besides, we have Comcast. Whatever was going on, it was certainly odd. Even the dog, who lives by the motto “on the ground, it goes to the hound” was not touching the cupcake on the floor.

    Turns out it is the cat, Blondie. Her greediness was her weakness. She managed to carry a whole cupcake up the stairs to our bedroom. The bedroom is the one place the dog is not allowed. My husband found her halfway through her baker’s delight, dog watching from hallway.

    And yes, we do feed our cat. She clearly is not lacking for food (or dignity).
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