When I was probably 12-13, we lost our childhood cat. She was strictly an indoor cat, but would always bolt for the great outdoors if given the opportunity. After panicking, we made some 'Missing Cat' posters and put them all over the neighborhood. Later that night after we were all depressed and exhausted, my youngest sister started to change for bed. As she opened her dresser drawer to get pajamas, a very pissed off grey furball bolted out of the closed dresser drawer. She'd apparently crawled in there that morning and Jenny hadn't noticed her when closing the drawer. Oops... We spent a few hours the next day taking down all the posters.
When I was probably 12-13, we lost our childhood cat. She was strictly an indoor cat, but would always bolt for the great outdoors if given the opportunity. After panicking, we made some 'Missing Cat' posters and put them all over the neighborhood. Later that night after we were all depressed and exhausted, my youngest sister started to change for bed. As she opened her dresser drawer to get pajamas, a very pissed off grey furball bolted out of the closed dresser drawer. She'd apparently crawled in there that morning and Jenny hadn't noticed her when closing the drawer. Oops... We spent a few hours the next day taking down all the posters.
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