Larry was a dog person. Really. You wouldn't catch him near a kitty cat to save his life. You couldn't pay him to even look in a cats direction, he hated them so much. So when he came home one day to find 12 cats in his basement, he flipped.
Now, Larry wasn't a tough guy at all, as his name may suggest, he was a softie... except for cats. So when he opened that basement door and saw all those felines... he screamed. Very loudly. He jumped too. I wouldn't be able to tell you all he did because with all the crazy panic attacks going on, he may have knocked me out. But when I came too, he was huddled behind a chair in his attic. He was as far away from those kittens as he could be without leaving the safety of his home.
Now, I could have gotten the cats out of Larry's basement, but I didn't. He knocked me out for goodness sake! No. He was going to have to figure out what to do himself. And he did. Larry moved. Sold his entire house with all of its belongings, and moved. Poor Larry... He doesn't have much of a life.
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AcakThis is where I will put the completely random, has nothing to do with anything stories that I create when I have writers block. I'll put out a stick (or two or three) and write based off what the stick says. Please don't judge me... :)
