THE CAT BURGLAR
When we lived in N.C. we had a lovely girl bouv named Polly.
She liked to jump the 6' fence when we were at work, or after we went
to bed at night, and roam the neighborhood. She used to bring home
interesting things from around the neighborhood: cans, old shoes, other pets food dishes.
One morning she proudly displayed a size 5/6 Calvin Klein jeans (looked new) and a tiny pair of bikini panties.
At first I thought she had robbed a clothes line, but after asking around, putting up notices, & going door to
door, we decided that some 'young thing' parking out behind the woods may have had a hard time explaining
why she came home in clothes other than her own, ha, ha (as I am not a mother, I can laugh).
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