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engine. But everything should be in moderation. We followed the old man into his kitchen to visit as he finished making dinner, partially because there was so much cat hair on the furniture that we preferred not to sit in the living room. The kitchen also smelled better. The tangy spices of the spaghetti he was making overwhelmed any other odors, and my mouth started to water as my stomach growled from a hard day’s work and a lack of food. Just before the dinner was completely ready, a cat jumped up on the kitchen counter and started licking the big cube of butter that was on a plate there. Other cats joined in, and they ate about half of it before the old man noticed. He shooed them away. “What do you think you’re doing?” he yelled at them, as if they could understand. Then he then took the butter and placed it squarely in the middle of the table. The other young man leaned over to me and whispered. “I don’t think I want any butter tonight!” Soon we were seated, prayer was offered, and we were eating. The bread was passed around, and the butter 31