July 27th, 2001


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So, two nights ago at a swap meet I picked up this kind-of kitchy tin statue of a cat, painted black. I carried it in a bad, but when I showed it to a friend, I noticed it didn't fit back into the bag.

The next morning, the statue was twice the size, and the statue was posed in a different position - sort of a predatory prowl. This afternoon, my pet hamster was missing, and the statue was even bigger - about the size of a normal housecat. Worst of all, the statue had a little statue of a hamster in its mouth.

This morning, the statue was about three feet at the shoulder, and its position was again a predatory prowl. I think I'll skip going home tonight.