She opened the box.
The frozen french fries poked out at her precariously suggestive and naked.
"This is the last time that I do this." She said.
She spread the potato sticks onto a frequently used baking sheet; then turned to preheat the oven.
She heard a poof of gas igniting and then a gentle squeak.
She shook her head. "What the heck?"
She pulled the oven door and peered inside as the cat leapt into the kitchen!
Flat on the floor and shaking like a blender.
"Should've had the rice." She mumbled.
She looked at the dancing feline and suddenly realized.
It wasn't her cat.
Have a furry Friday!
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