I was enjoying the view from the sidewalk. It started to drizzle. I started to move, explore the city. I saw a guy getting mugged, nothing I could do. Was I going to meow the mugger away? I don’t think so. The smell of food was irresistible. I meandered to the trash behind the restaurant and dug through there garbage for left overs. I walked to an alleyway and found some other cool cats to keep me safe while I slept. Just as I was about to doze off, my owner found me, picked me up and brought me home.
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Alex H Mittelman
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Hahahahaha omggg this was so funny! Why would he pretend to he a stray when he had a home. Help, I cannot 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣