The other night, while at dinner in Myrtle Beach, my cousin dropped a piece of garlic bread, butter-side down, on the table. This prompted my brother, Ted, to ask me whether I'd heard his "buttered cat theory." His hypothesis goes like this ... "Since toast always falls butter-side down, and since cats always land on their feet, if one were to strap a piece of toast, butter-side-up, to the back of a cat, then toss the cat off a counter, the cat/toast combo's descent will come to an abrupt halt two feet above the ground, where it will hover ad infinitum in a state of quantum uncertainty." That kid slays me.
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