"Mr. Donovan?" Celia said nervously. "Yes,

"Mr. Donovan?" Celia said nervously. "Yes, what is it?" Mr. Donovan asked. "I saw Theodore kissing Rusty." Celia said. Then Theodore and Amos entered the room and Mr. Donovan
told Amos that Theodore kissed Rusty. Mr. Donovan was always sabotaging his son Theodore's relationships. Amos got pissed and confessed he'd kissed Mr. Donovan. Celia
thought of Theodore Donovan, and his father, and cousin Rusty and the tangled threads of family. She was thankful she'd escaped by marrying Amos, and now that she was pregnant,
she wondered why her spastic cat broke up her marriage to Amos.
But was it really her spastic cat's fault? Is it fair to
condemn a woman that is passionate in the welfare of the feline community? No, it should only matter when she is solely focused on obtaining a
nother child skeleton. The woman had her house decorated with baby skeletons. All her cats would sharpen their claws on infant rib cages and femurs. It was hard not to
be impressed. I'd never seen a woman able to raise so many cats on a spinster's budget. Also, how could she afford the rent on this ossuary? He hung his coat up on a tiny clawed
coathanger, then turned back to the crazy cat lady. He sniffed for a second which felt like an hour, then slapped his hand violently across her cheek. "Don't ever call me a whore."
"And don't you ever slap a woman or a cat!" He was busted then. Right or wrong, the ASPCA and the ACLU had him carted away for sexist and speciesist abuse. Violence, tut tut.

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