When my daughter Shawna was seven, she wanted a doll. Oh, but not
just any doll, but one that was motion sensitive and laughed and cried
when you picked her up or put her down. Needless to say this doll was
very costly at the time (1982) and way out of my budget. However, two
days before Christmas I just happened to be at the department store when
the doll was put on sale for half off. I grabbed one and took it home,
wrapped it with care and tucked it under the tree. I couldn't wait for
Shawna to open it. Now, at the time we had a very hyper cat named
Skittles. She was not named after the candy but rather after the noise her
claws made as she rushed from room to room, skittling along. Skittles
was particularly amped up that night, tearing around the house. The cat
came ripping into the living room at top speed, couldn't stop in time and
crashed into the pile of gifts under the tree. "Waaaaah" said one of the
boxes. "OH MY GOSH!" screamed Shawna. "YOU GOT ME THE DOLL!"
She picked up one of the boxes. "Ma-maaa!" it cried happily. My brother,
who had been sitting in a chair next to the tree the whole time, lifted one
eyebrow and said "I do believe that is the first time a cat actually let the
cat out of the bag." Ali Koomen, Mesa AZ
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