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Last night I went to the local pet store to pick up some food for the kittons. There were two young men in the cat food aisle, early to mid-20s, who looked as though they just got off work (work boots, carhart coats, etc.) They were staring at the wall of choices and trying to decide what food was best.
Did I mention they were stoned? Yeah, so they were looking at cat food and the more chatty one asked me, very politely, if I knew anything about cat food. Me: Yes, I know a little bit. Guy 1: Do you know what kind is best? Guy 2: This is food for a very special cat. Me: What kind of cat is that? Guy 2 (full of awe about his very special feline): A tabby cat! Guy 2: WITH WHITE FEET! Me: Well that IS a special cat. (And then I proceeded to explain about wet and dry food and marketing ploys and showed my favorite choices, in a variety of price ranges.) Guy 1 (to me): Thank you so much miss, this is important stuff. Guy 1 (to his friend): See, I knew she looked like a cat person and would know, you just have to ask! When I left the two of them were staring in awe, and with an armful of cat food, at the pretty shelter cats that were there waiting for holiday homes. I am amused (and at least I know the very special cat with white feet will be eating a good dinner).
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