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"Excuse me, sir, would you like anything drink?"
Ollie turned from the window and was greeted with a smile. A flight attendant was behind a big, metal cart. It was filled with drinks. There was soda, apple juice, orange juice, pineapple juice, iced tea, coffee and much more.
"Well . . . I guess I would like something," Ollie said. "Umm, do you have any milk? I like it warm, if possible."
"Sure, let me see what I can do," said the attendant, who was in a blue uniform.
She took off to the front of the plane and Ollie stared back out the window. He could not stop thinking about the good times that he hoped to have in Texas.
Within a couple of minutes, the nice lady was back at Ollie's seat. She handed the fuzzy cat a warm glass of milk. It was purr-fect. But what she held in her left hand was even better.
  
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