#1096740 added September 5, 2025 at 8:15pm Restrictions: None
The Cake
It looked exactly like the kitten I had when I was six. I don’t know how my husband managed it. I I didn’t think there were pictures of her. After the party, it would be a pile of crumbs.
I sat the cake on the buffet and stared at it for a few minutes before returning to the kitchen to check on the caterers. Moments later I heard the screech of a cat and the sound of a scuffle. I ran into the dining room and saw My cat wrestling with the cake.
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