My Turn -- Sandy

One day I showed up at the Mama's house and scratched on the door. She opened the screen door and I ran to the attic door off the living room and began to scratch on it. Curious about what I wanted, she opened the attic door. I ran up the stairs, ran around in the attic a few minutes and came back down with a mouse in my teeth. The Mama opened the screen door again and I ran out, still clutching the mouse.

Was I a smart cat?

I hung around the Mama's house a lot after that and she let me come in sometimes and fed me regular cat food (not mice). The Mama found a furrever home for me and I lived happily a long, long time.

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