When we bought our place house back in 1977, the previous owner’s resident cat was included in the sale. We called the cat “Bigfoot” because it had six toes on each foot, instead of the normal five. One winter’s day, Judy a neighbor and friend, came by for a visit. She was wearing a duffle coat, which she draped across one of the chairs in the living room.
We had a nice long visit with Judy, paying no attention to Bigfoot, and when Judy was ready to leave, she picked up her duffle coat to put it on, and all of the buttons fell off--it was the work of Bigfoot.
Bigfoot did have a habit of eating string, but we were extremely upset when we saw that she had been busy chewing away at the cords which held the buttons on Judy’s duffle coat.
Judy was very understanding and gracious about the incident, but I know she must have been upset, I sure would have been. After that incident with Bigfoot, we made sure that whenever we had guests, their coats were kept somewhere inaccessible from Bigfoot.
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