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I just ran into Cecil, our oldest cat, in the hallway. He was standing, staring at a penny right in front of him on the floor. There was a second penny just to the side.

I asked him, “Are you eating those, or barfing them up?”

He just looked at me.

He’s lucky they weren’t golden eggs. Or even quarters.

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