Thursday, Aug. 29, 2002
Dear Diary:

Okay, so say you're eating this really, really delicious sticky bun that has this wonderful sort of brown sugar/cinnamon semi-goo topping that has a crispy outer layer.

You're savouring every bite, but it's the brown sugar/cinnamon semi-goo topping with its crispy outer layer that's making your toes curl in bliss.

This would be a hypothetical sticky bun, OF COURSE.

Your cat hops up on your lap.

This would be a hypothetical cat OF COURSE.

You're munching away on the really, really delicious sticky bun and the cat bunts your hand affectionately.

A large quarter-sized flake of the wonderful sort of brown sugar/cinnamon semi-goo with a crispy outer layer topping falls off the sticky bun on to the cat's back, with the crispy outer layer resting on the cat's fur.

This large quarter-sized flake represents a significant portion of the part of the sticky bun that makes your toes curl in bliss.

This would be a hypothetical sticky bun and a hypothetical cat OF COURSE.

If you manage to snatch the quarter-sized flake off the cat's back in under three seconds and blow on it, is it safe to eat?

I guess what I'm asking here is does the "less than five seconds on the floor and you can blow on it and make it safe to eat rule" also apply to the backs of cats?

Hypothetically, OF COURSE.

--Marn

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