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Not that interesting, but I was walking in the dark one night to get a glass of water. I made it down the stairs and turned towards the kitchen to step on something wet and slimy feeling. I touched it with my hand just to figure out my cat had decided to throw up there.
Directed by M. Night Shyamalan
I had a similar story. I don’t have a cat, but that night I learned I had mice. Had. It now was dead on my carpet.