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Quotation of the Day for January 23, 2014...In the pewter mornings, the cat, a black fur sausage with yellow Houdini eyes, jumps up on the bed and tries to get onto my head. It's his way of telling whether or not I'm dead. If I'm not, he wants to be scratched; if I am He'll think of something. He settles on my chest, breathing his breath of burped-up meat and musty sofas, purring like a washboard. - Margaret Atwood, from her poem February. Submitted by: Terry Labach Jan. 22, 2014  |
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