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	<title>Comments on: YouTube &#8211; Piano Playing Cat</title>
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	<description>A Composer&#039;s Musical Journey</description>
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		<title>By: Melissik</title>
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		<description>One afternoon, I was in the backyard hanging the laundry when an old, tired-looking dog wandered into the yard. I could tell from his collar and well-fed belly that he had a home. But when I walked into the house, he followed me, sauntered down the hall and fell asleep in a corner. An hour later, he went to the door, and I let him out. The next day he was back. He resumed his position in the hallway and slept for an hour. 
This continued for several weeks. Curious, I pinned a note to his collar: &quot;Every afternoon your dog comes to my house for a nap. &quot; 
The next day he arrived with a different note pinned to his collar: &quot;He lives in a home with ten children - he&#039;s trying to catch up on his sleep.&quot; 
 
I cried from laughter 
Sorry, if not left a message on Rules.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>One afternoon, I was in the backyard hanging the laundry when an old, tired-looking dog wandered into the yard. I could tell from his collar and well-fed belly that he had a home. But when I walked into the house, he followed me, sauntered down the hall and fell asleep in a corner. An hour later, he went to the door, and I let him out. The next day he was back. He resumed his position in the hallway and slept for an hour.<br />
This continued for several weeks. Curious, I pinned a note to his collar: &#8220;Every afternoon your dog comes to my house for a nap. &#8221;<br />
The next day he arrived with a different note pinned to his collar: &#8220;He lives in a home with ten children &#8211; he&#8217;s trying to catch up on his sleep.&#8221; </p>
<p>I cried from laughter<br />
Sorry, if not left a message on Rules.</p>
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