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A very sad story We went to the movies last night (more on that in the next entry, maybe). It was opening night, had to get there early, had to meet people. Got dressed, brushed hair, put on lipstick, got money, tidied up a bit, shut doors of kitchen cabinets so Miss Kitty wouldn't go in them, and finally left. Four hours later we got home. Miss Kitty did not run down the stairs to meet us. She usually does. So I called for her. Heard a faint meow. Thought she was stuck on something upstairs maybe. Started going upstairs. Heard a nother faint meow, but coming from downstairs. Went back downstairs, thought Mr. Pooh was petting her in the living room and making her meow funny. But he didn't have her. Then I knew where she was. Went to the kitchen and opened the cabinet under the sink. Miss Kitty ran out. I don't deserve to own a cat.
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