A Bad Case of the Dates: That's No Job for a Talking Cat

10/28/2011

That's No Job for a Talking Cat

Profile Sent in by Leah:

The most private thing I'm willing to admit:

I was in high school and had a really tough time studying for a calc exam for the next day and it was nighttime. I was tired and knew I would fail.

Then my cat jumped up on my lap and whispered to me all the secrets of calculus. I aced the test the next day. My teacher was so amazed. Cat never spoke to me again but I passed calc thank you cat.

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