My aunt and uncle were sitting a dog. It was only allowed to walk on tile floors, such as my relatives had in their kitchen, but not on wooden floors, such as they had in the living room. One night while my aunt and uncle were watching TV, they noticed the dog gradually inching from where it had been lying on the kitchen floor into the living room.
This same dog was also forbidden to eat chips. Once, they left a bag of chips out and briefly had to leave the room. When my aunt and uncle re-entered, they noticed some of the chips were gone. They then heard the dog, who had ambled down the hallway away from them, eating his ill-gotten gains.
Last Saturday, as I was about to leave Mom's house after having eaten dinner there, her kitten stood between my foot and the door, stock-still, as if to say, "If you're heading out of here, so am I."
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