The Cat pt 2

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_7:07PM_

The whole of my kitchen has tiny red paw prints across everything. I follow them back to my open window. That solves one mystery. But whose is the cat? I shut the window in the kitchen and fill up the kitchen sink. I proceed to pick the cat up, it must sense something as it jumps out of my grasp and runs off out the kitchen and down the hall. I let out a huge sigh and turn off the tap. I make my way after the cat. I head upstairs to my open bedroom door. Hopefully its under my bed and not a monster. I bounce loudly into the room hoping to startle the cat out. No such luck. I then look under the bed to see the cat curled up right in the back corner. This is going to be awkward. I get back up onto my feet and head out my room and into the bathroom. I look around for something long. The mop. That’ll work. I then take the mop into my room, thinking on how best to do this without startling the cat anymore. I bend down on my knees and look under the bed. Something’s not right.

Where’d the cat go??

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