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Years ago, I used to live in the small farming community of Grantham in Wayne County. We used to have a black and white cat named Mary Ann. There was a hole in the back porch screen door that she would come through to enter the house. The only heat we had was wood heat and the ceilings were high.
So one day she started to come into our room. In the meantime, I had our hamper open because I was putting the dirty clothes in the hamper to wash. Well, she was used to jumping up on top of our hamper to walk across our dresser to get on our bed, and this time she fell into our hamper all the way down to the bottom.
She had to use all her claws to climb her way to the top of the hamper to jump back down to the floor. Before she did that, she whipped her head around to give me the dirtiest look she could give. And if looks could kill, I’d be dead!
This whole situation was so funny I started laughing so hard I was crying.
Ann S. Brown