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followed. We both lied and said we preferred our bread plain. The spaghetti was wonderful, with juicy, spicy meat balls. But it was more than just a little bit unnerving the way the herd of cats sat around the table and stared at us, licking their chops, as if we were on their menu. When we finished, we helped gather up the plates. The old man took the stack, but instead of putting them in the sink, he spaced them out on the counter. The multitude of cats jumped up and surrounded the three plates and licked up the last of the food. They licked the plates until they shined. When there was not one scrap of food left on any plate, the old man stacked the plates up and put them right into the cupboard, turning to us with a smile. He almost seemed proud of his efficient dishwashing system. The young man with me turned green, and I, too, felt somewhat nauseous. The old man invited us to retire to the living room to sit on the hair covered couches for a visit. Personally, through the rest of our visit, I could think of nothing else but the cat-washed plates. I know the other young man felt the same way, for we were no sooner in our car and on our 32