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| Meow courtesy photobucket.com |
My favorite Italian
restaurant, sat on a high hill overlooking the Carquinez Strait
I would have eaten there
every day except for the lengthy drive.
After dining there for awhile, slowly but surely I noticed that I began
scratching the sofas arm, I would catch myself doing that.
And as time went on I began singing the meow
mix song, over and over, and it got worse as time went on. I learned the song
by heart, and would sing the complete song, and then start over.
I was too embarrassed to go
to a psychiatrist, I thought it would soon stop and be forgotten.
About this time something
strange was happening at the restaurant.
The garbage man began to notice that the garbage from the restaurant had
many cat food cans in each pickup. In
fact enough to feed a hundred cats. He
finally got so suspicious that he decided to call the health department, to
find out what was going on.
Come to discover they were
using cat food in their pasta dishes, and the Health Department quickly closed
them down for good. After a year or two
a new owner opened the restaurant, but it didn’t do very good, probably because
of the old reputation. I’m happy to
report that after the restaurant closed, I began returning to normal. I hard ever sing meow, meow any more.
I remember this restaurant and the wonderful meals we enjoyed there. I suppose what we did not know did not hurt us. I love your humor too. Thank you for sharing with us here at Tell me a True Story.
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