Much to our surprise, we were never called to a private corner of the house or awakened in the night by the ruckus of violent retching. And just when I thought the thief would get no comeuppance for her deeds, I discovered the punishment this morning.
Yes, from the looks of the war zone that was once the litter box, the pie exited her weak, bony frame with the force and destruction of an atom bomb. I'm a bit surprised she survived with her innards intact.
Poor thing, I thought. Or tried to think, but instead giggled.
You might consider me unkind, but trust me: she's been earning the nickname Asshole Face for 15 years.
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