While Jon and I were living in San Francisco, we let Dr. Fleischman have the run of our large,vinyl floored kitchen. It was the only place in the house without hard wood and Dr. Fleischman was 90% potty trained, so why not. One day I couldn't find him anywhere. Frantic, I search all around until I found him in a lower level cabinent inside of our wok. Dr. Fleischman looked so content and happy. I didn't want to kick him out of his new home, instead, I saw this as a great photo opportunity. FYI: I would NEVER put Dr. Fleischman in danger, nor would I ever stir fry him.
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