I had a very sweet black cat. But it got a disease. And when I came home from swimming lessons... she lay on the floor. Dead. I put her in a casket and buried her in the yard. I guess she got eaten by worms and maggots. She’s probably nothing more than a worn-out piece of meat by now. But... the maggots get big and turn into flies... who poop on the grass. Then the cows eat the grass... and turn it into milk. I myself drink about three glasses of milk a day. So there’s a slight possibility – you wouldn’t even taste it - that there’s a little bit of my cat in the milk. Pretty strange. But kinda nice too.
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