DMRick
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This was in the readers digest (I'm doing this from memory, so a few "facts" may be wrong.
A women was having her bridge party over, and she wanted everything to be perfect. She made some wonderful tuna salad sandwiches, cut them into pretty shapes, with a wonderful doily underneath of them. She set them on the counter in the kitchen, and went and enjoyed the bridge game. She took a short break in the kitchen, to get the coffee and sandwiches, there was the stupid cat, enjoying her tuna. Darn cat, she tossed her out the back door, and "fixed" the sandwiches. She was satisfied no one would notice, and brought the coffee and sandwiches out to serve. The gals played bridge and yakked, and ate. The gals soon went home. The women took the dirty plates into the kitchen, and went to the back porch, to throw out the leftovers,and OMG, there was the cat, dead near the back door. Oh what to do, what to do. Obviously the tuna was bad. No choice, she had to call everyone up, admit what the cat had done, and ask them to go to the hospital. Her stomach was already churning.
Everyone was given whatever you give in this situation and sent home from the hospital. As the women pulled into her driveway, her neighbor stepped over the dividing path and said..Mrs. Smith, I'm so sorry about your cat. She ran right into the front of my car. I saw you had company and didn't know what to do, so I put her body on your back porch..I'm so very sorry.
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That said, I was having a large group over for a part of a progressive dinner. My part was the soup. I had a very large kettle on the stove, and 28 people coming in my front door. As I went around the door to the kitchen, the cat was up on the counter (and all this time I thought she never went on the counter) and had her face in the kettle, paws up on the edge (and this was hot!). I quickly walked over, pulled her off, looked around to see if anyone else say and turned up the heat on the soup. I served the soup. Hope no one from church is reading this.
A women was having her bridge party over, and she wanted everything to be perfect. She made some wonderful tuna salad sandwiches, cut them into pretty shapes, with a wonderful doily underneath of them. She set them on the counter in the kitchen, and went and enjoyed the bridge game. She took a short break in the kitchen, to get the coffee and sandwiches, there was the stupid cat, enjoying her tuna. Darn cat, she tossed her out the back door, and "fixed" the sandwiches. She was satisfied no one would notice, and brought the coffee and sandwiches out to serve. The gals played bridge and yakked, and ate. The gals soon went home. The women took the dirty plates into the kitchen, and went to the back porch, to throw out the leftovers,and OMG, there was the cat, dead near the back door. Oh what to do, what to do. Obviously the tuna was bad. No choice, she had to call everyone up, admit what the cat had done, and ask them to go to the hospital. Her stomach was already churning.
Everyone was given whatever you give in this situation and sent home from the hospital. As the women pulled into her driveway, her neighbor stepped over the dividing path and said..Mrs. Smith, I'm so sorry about your cat. She ran right into the front of my car. I saw you had company and didn't know what to do, so I put her body on your back porch..I'm so very sorry.
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That said, I was having a large group over for a part of a progressive dinner. My part was the soup. I had a very large kettle on the stove, and 28 people coming in my front door. As I went around the door to the kitchen, the cat was up on the counter (and all this time I thought she never went on the counter) and had her face in the kettle, paws up on the edge (and this was hot!). I quickly walked over, pulled her off, looked around to see if anyone else say and turned up the heat on the soup. I served the soup. Hope no one from church is reading this.
I would be paranoid that they'd all start finding hair and stuff in them. 
Yuck, I really couldn't enjoy myself watching my guests eat "dirty" food.
