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My cats used to have a nice water bowl with a tank, until boy cat decided that slopping water all over the floor was much more fun than drinking it. So now they have a plastic dish duct-taped to the floor.
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'...
At poor peace I sing
To you strangers (though song
Is a burning and crested act,
The fire of birds in
The world's turning wood,
For my sawn, splay sounds,)
...'
Dylan Thomas, Author's Prologue
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