4 sto­ries to tickle your funny bone

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“My great-grand­mother’s maple-pump­kin pie recipe is the stuff of leg­end in our fam­ily, so when I was fi­nally en­trusted to bring the prized dessert to Thanks­giv­ing din­ner last year, I knew my pies would have to be per­fect…or I’d never hear the end of it.

“Af­ter spend­ing hours the night be­fore Thanks­giv­ing mak­ing sure I’d fol­lowed her recipe to aT, I fi­nally breathed a sigh of re­lief, cov­ered my gor­geous pies with plas­tic wrap and placed them on the din­ing room ta­ble to cool overnight. The next morn­ing, I asked my hus­band to care­fully put them in my pie car­rier and load them in the car while I fin­ished get­ting ready.

“My big, huge, colos­sal mis­take? I didn’t ac­tu­ally see the pies again un­til we ar­rived at my sis­ter’s house.

“‘What on Earth…’ I breathed, notic­ing some­thing strange through the plas­tic wrap as I took them out of the con­tainer.

“There, stamped across both of my pies, as clear as the day is long, were paw prints. ‘Ru­fus, you CATas­tro­phe!’ I bel­lowed, re­al­iz­ing my chubby tabby must have tromped through them out of spite af­ter the plas­tic thwarted his at­tempt to sat­isfy his sweet tooth. ‘At least they were cov­ered,’ my sis­ter said, sti­fling a laugh. ‘They’re purr-fect!’” — Gina Resler, 61, DeKalb, IL

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