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we once had a cat that, instead of catching birds and rodents and leaving their bodybits on the doorstep, brought us apples from the tree in the back yard. this is no lie. she would bite into the apple carefully, puncturing the skin so that she could carry the apple, but not so hard that she ever actually took what you could call a bite out of it. then she'd come trotting around the corner of the house, up to the kitchen door, where she would go ptooie and spit/drop the apple on the doormat. alas, this cat is no longer with us, and i doubt we'll ever find another who'll bring us fruit instead of dead animals.
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