Chapter Fourteen

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A few days later, Michael surprised us when he said that we were going to visit the museum.

Me, Prince, Paris, and Blanket were all excited about it.

After the incident with multiple businesses kicking both Michael and me out whenever I tried to bring my cat Cinnamon indoors because they apparently didn't allow animals, it was on a Thursday that the king of pop finally figured out what the problem was.

In order to get into the buildings, Michael had to turn Cinnamon into something so that everyone else out in public could see that she was a special cat

"I finally know what we should do. Your kitty needs to be a service animal".

Michael told me, as me and the kids were all eating dinner together with him.

"What's that mean, Daddy"?

Prince asked, who was a bit confused on the subject.

Luckily, Michael had come prepared for this.

He took out a photo frame that contained a picture of a blind little girl who was at the children's hospital during his Bad tour.

"This sweet child has a service dog, and she helps her owner with getting around. See the harness that the girl is holding onto to? She can't see anything, so her dog guides her everywhere she goes".

Michael pointed to the picture so we could see it clearly.

"I'm going to find a place where they can train Cinnamon to be a service animal. Then, we can all go to all kinds of fun places without getting kicked out".

I looked down at Cinnamon, who was eating her dinner in her food bowl.

She looked up at Michael and then at Prince, Paris, and Blanket.

We all shared a laugh when the feline let out a tiny sneeze.

"Bless you Cinnamon"!

Michael grinned.

The kids and I giggled at Cinnamon, who in return licked her lips after finishing her dinner.

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