<html><body><div style="color:#000; background-color:#fff; font-family:times new roman, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt"><div><<I finally got up to go investigate when I realized that she was polishing<br>of the pretzel bread I had just bought. There were four really fat soft<br>pretzel bread sticks in the bag. Brand new. She ate almost all of them.<br>That little stinker. They were on the table and there was no way she could<br>get them. She doesn't jump or climb. Too short. But, Dinger was on the<br>table. Apparently Shelbs gave him her order and he knocked them down right<br>in front of her. >></div><div> </div><div>This is what I call being "in cahoots." It's amazing what a dog can get a cat to do! Jane is expert at getting our Duncan to lob down things she can no longer reach because of her arthritis.</div><div> </div><div>I don't know how dogs and cats communicate, but I know they do.</div><div>Pam, food slave to
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