Mirabelle showed up this morning a little bit late and on the verge of tears. When I asked her what was wrong it was difficult not to burst into laughter, but I think I would be just as upset as she was if it were to happen to me. So to give you the back up story, Mirabelle used to have three cats, two of them were dead, one was eaten by her neighbor and the other one she’s not sure about. So this morning she said “I think my neighbor ate my last cat,” I was hard to be supportive as you can imagine. The dog at the NGO just gave birth to a litter of puppies two days ago so we both agreed its time to get a dog.
The neighbors eat the cats here for two reasons, one people hate cats, they think they are useless and secondly they are superstitious about them. So they killed them and ate them.
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