Last night we went grocery shopping at our favorite discount supermarket and to celebrate my success in the lab, decided to splurge on a cab and a ten dollar bottle of red plonk for tonight's shabbas dinner.
While in the toilet paper section in the back corner of the store, contemplating cost versus chafing, I heard an odd noise for sanitary paper.
Meow.
Hunh? I thought I must be going crazy.
Meow.
Nope it really was there. Deep within Mount T.P. was a cat crying for release from its two-ply prison.
Much to James' embarrassment and amusement, I decided to dig the cat to freedom. Out from between the packages scampered a black kitten, which promptly skidded around the corner and was last seen headed for the canned goods section.
Here is a pic of me rebuilding Mount TP with tears of laughter rolling down my face.
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the street of Jerusalem is once again a safer place. great rescue, avenger J...
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