Don't mess with this dog you menu guys! He'll rip you apart!
I know that everyone is always complaining about the menus that are slipped under your door on the upper east- or west- side of the city, but I like getting the menus. Someday, maybe I'll do a collage of them. At this point I have about 50 menus in my top drawer. Everything from Indian to Italian. It's like a free subscription to what's available. Introduction to the great melting pot. The only thing I don't like is when they slip a menu under the door late at night. Cat hears it. Thinks its a mouse. Jumps down from the loft (and he's pushing 17 pounds now) so there is a thud, and scrambles to the door only to be disappointed to find the latest Thai menu. Oh well. Now that he's up he needs to patrol the rest of the house and make sure nothing has moved around since he went to bed. And then it's time for a crunchy late-night snack. And then: hop, hop, and one final hop takes him back up to his big carton in the loft.
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