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Saturday's Storyteller: "The cat only came in occasionally, just to eat our food."

by Belinda Roddie The cat only came in occasionally, just to eat our food. Apart from that, we hardly saw it. Tanya thought that maybe it was the neighbors' pet, and we knew that the bastards up the road were notorious for neglecting whatever poor beast they picked up from the pound. After a while, I started leaving out a bag of cheese dust after I'd finish off the actual cheese puffs. Every morning when I went downstairs, the bag would be licked clean. I followed the cat once up the street, only to see it disappear under this old, rusty metal fence that led to a patch of drought-choked land that no one seemed to use. I was familiar with that patch. I knew it belonged to some sort of old retailer who tore down his business a while ago and didn't want to let go of the square miles just to get some tax money back. After the store was demolished and before he put the fences up, my brother and I would play cops and robbers or baseball or tag and acted like we owned the plac

Today's OneWord: Lightweight

"You can't do the Beer Olympics. You're a lightweight." "Your mom's a lightweight. I can handle this." He couldn't handle it. I had to carry him to my car, give him a jumbo sized hefty bag for his vomit, and drop him off at his doorstep with a paper sign taped to his chest with the simple note of, "Feed me ibuprofen and cereal in the morning. I'm going to have one Hell of a hangover." Good old Bruce.