today my father told me a hilarious story from my childhood.
let me preface this by saying that i spent a great deal of my childhood hanging out with my grandfather. my grandfather, my papou, was a great man. he had a ridiculous sense of humor that both my brother and i inherited. he also hated cats.
apparently i once told my first grade teacher that my papou liked to bury cats in the backyard up to their heads, and then mow the lawn. my parents got a call from the school that day.
of course, my papou never did this. but he did make jokes about it. and clearly, i was not aware that people actually liked cats.
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