When I was young, we had a cat named Timmy. He would come home and sit at the door crying to be let in. I can still hear my Mother screaming, "Don't open that door!" "Check Timmy before you let him in!" Timmy was always bringing something home with him. He never killed anything. He just brought it home to show it off.

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