Halloween, when I was no more than maybe 5 or 6 years old: I called at a house to trick-or-treat. The woman that opened the door asked me if I would like an orange kitty. I thought maybe that was a cookie or something. I said, "Yes." she told me to come in and pick the one I wanted. She led me to a bunch of orange, live, kittens and told me to choose one. I did and took it home with me. After my parents learned what had happened, they took me back to the house to return my 'treat'. (It was a different time.

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