Life of a former foster kitten
July 21st 2013 8:08 pm
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When Daddy drove into the garage today he left the garage door open to let all the heat out. When he opened the door to the house I ran out into the garage because I like to go in there. Dad was upset at me because the door to the outside was open and I might have run away. (I get so scared and skittish outside that if I got out, no one could catch me.) But I stayed under Daddy's car. He put down the garage door and the noise scared me into going inside. I'm sorry Daddy. I didn't mean it. At least I didn't get out, not really.