Grandma and Grandpa came to visit us one summer in Seaside, Oregon. We were living in our home on 7th Avenue at the time. Every morning Grandpa DeLand would get up and brush his teeth. He would complain about how bad his toothbrush tasted. He thought it was the toothpaste we were using. Every morning he would complain….
Then one morning I caught Michelle in the playroom combing our cats with Grandpa’s toothbrush. Evidently every morning before Grandpa got up, Michelle would sneak in and get Grandpa’s room and get his toothbrush out of his suitcase and brush the cats, then return his toothbrush to the suitcase.
Well as bad as this sounds… it was even worse. The cats that she was combing with Grandpa’s toothbrush were two dirty, nasty, gross tom cats. Poor Grandpa almost threw up when he found out!
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