It began like any other day. The alarm. Coffee and eggs. The crossword.
I thought I saw promise in a brillant blue sky, but, yet, there was something. Something was up there and it was coming for me. I spun and looked with horror as the evil-eyed cat began to ooze down the stairway. Horror. The horror . . . everything was furry. The End.
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I'm glad I caught this this morning before they took the blog down! That was weird, but also strange is what my Zoe does. She goes down stairs alternating between front and back paws, while Katrina alternates front and back with left and right paws. Zoe is an East Coast cat, Katrina is West Coast. I don't know what that says.
If the cat starts walking down the stairs backwards, then, I think, you should get worried.
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