From the notebooks of Max Medium

In some cases, love is blind because it got dropped on its head a lot as an infant.

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There is something almost sinfully pleasing about having a cat curled up against your foot and sleeping.

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And now, on to the kitchen for sheer carnivorous glee...

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Remember the good feeling I mentioned that you get from having a cat curled up against your feet and sleeping?

The feeling you get when your cat decides that the same foot is suddenly the antiChrist and gets two sets of claws and one set of teeth into it would be at the opposite end of the spectrum from that one.