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Buggy in America The wife and I lay in bed on a cold winter night, when I heard a noise. Looking down, I saw a large, flat bug, skittering out across the cold, cracked green linoleum floor on six very short steel like legs. It was very large and strange, ten inches across and flat with a hard shiny back. The bug got to the middle of the floor where it began to spin rapidly, like an old phonograph record. Then it made a dart for the old wooden step leading upstairs to where we kept the children. It climbed halfway up the old white paneled door and slipped through the crack right under the green porcelain knob. Being curious, I ran across the floor, opened the door to find the loveliest black cat there, staring at me with amber eyes, she was beautiful. I picked her up, closed the door, took her to our bed. My wife thought it was the prettiest cat she had ever seen. It purred, and because it was gentle and warm, we kept it between us and fell fast asleep. About midnight, I heard another noise, the cat was gone and there was the same big black bug, skittering across the floor, spinning again on the linoleum. Again, the bug went to the door and slipped through. This time there was no cat on the other side of the door, and when I climbed the stairs, the children were gone. I went back to bed, told my wife the disappointing news. This time there was no big black beautiful cat to keep us warm. Next morning we heard a timid knock on the door, there were the kids, bare foot in the snow, still in their nighttime undies. Beside them stood the beautiful big black cat, which my wife and I agreed was the most adorable thing we had ever seen.
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