Listen now (35 sec) | When I walked into our living room, I discovered that our expensive paisley sofa pillow was in shreds. I asked our teenage son whether he knew which of our cats was responsible. "It was Sammy," he replied. "How do you know?" I asked in return. "I watched him," he said.
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