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After my GS meeting last night I came home to find that our kitty, James Bond, had taken his name a little too seriously.  Yesterday was not a good day for the kitten.  He had to go without food because he was being neutered.  The vet told us to wait until after 8pm to feed him.  Unfortunately, he couldn't wait and decided that Enrique, our Beta, was food.  Enrique was on a high shelf that none of the cats had ever been able to get too, but hunger and a complete disregard for family allowed JB to knock the bowl off and eat Enrique.  

The night wasn't without danger for our little murderer.  We found the bowl without Enrique, but couldn't find the guilty cat.  Until, I decided I was hungry and needed a yogurt.  He had sneaked in the fridge the last time the door had been opened.  Poor thing was cold and his heart was pounding.  Quite a day.  
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