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There is a pantry/closet in my kitchen, next to the refrigerator, in which I keep a great variety of things. There are old cardboard boxes, decks of playing cards, boxes of papers, a small cooler chest, my collection of Christmas supplies (tags, ribbon, stockings, gift wrap, etc.), aprons, decks of cards, light bulbs, the backup paper towel supply, assorted surplus groceries (I probably have enough boxed pasta just now to last me until approximately next Memorial Day) and my vacuum cleaner.
It is, in short, very full, though not so full as to produce a Fibber McGee effect. Imagine my startlement, therefore, when I opened the pantry door late this morning...
( ...and a cat leaped past me from inside the pantry. )
There is a pantry/closet in my kitchen, next to the refrigerator, in which I keep a great variety of things. There are old cardboard boxes, decks of playing cards, boxes of papers, a small cooler chest, my collection of Christmas supplies (tags, ribbon, stockings, gift wrap, etc.), aprons, decks of cards, light bulbs, the backup paper towel supply, assorted surplus groceries (I probably have enough boxed pasta just now to last me until approximately next Memorial Day) and my vacuum cleaner.
It is, in short, very full, though not so full as to produce a Fibber McGee effect. Imagine my startlement, therefore, when I opened the pantry door late this morning...
( ...and a cat leaped past me from inside the pantry. )
