Opal is in a potato sack.
"Oi, who are you!" She meowed. "Let me out! I'm famous, you know!" She lashed her speckled grey tail. "And I'm a purebred Turkish Angora! See!"
Too bad my owners had my claws clipped yesterday.
Opal sunk her teeth into the sack, and satisfyingly she heard a yowl of pain from the other side. "Look, I bit you, so let me go!"
The sack tightened.
Opal got the message. She sat down (Or tried to...) for the rest of the trip. Even after she puked from car sickness. At some point, she must have fallen asleep, because she was woken up by the sound of a car door opening...
And the sound of her collar coming off and another collar coming on.
Too bad I never was micro-chipped.
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Meanwhile, in Opal's cat mansion, her babysitter walked up the steps. "Opal! I'm so sorry! Why am I so late today!"
She walked past the door, which was strangely unlocked. She walked up into Opal's cat tower, which she usually sat in.
She gasped, and searched all the other rooms.
"Uh- Mr and Mrs Harvey?"
Opal is missing.
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