Our beautiful boy was kidnapped. Our beloved baby was snatched from us, causing 48+ hours of anxiety and worry, waiting for a ransom call for our feline hostage.
You’d think we’d know better. You’d think that we’d learned from experience. He wasn’t really kidnapped. We ‘misplaced’ Mica, our oldest, and prettiest, Bengal cat. The only time I left the house one night, was at 1 AM, to pick up the newspaper from the driveway. I saw the cat perched on top of the humidifier, at 3 AM. I say that it was the son’s fault.
I went to bed at 5 AM. The night-shift-working son came home at 8 AM. He says that he came in, locked the door as usual, and didn’t go out again. It must have been me. While we think that the cat is gorgeous, he has medical conditions that we dose him with four…
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