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Well, that was nice. No Kate-- BOO-- but Andrew's father and brother came, and we had food and talked and it was good.

The only downer was Inca. Whatta Stinka. Oh, man. That cat, unaccustomed to so many strange people in the house, disappeared early in the afternoon and was missing for hours. There are tons of places in this apartment for a cat to hide, but we'd left the unscreened window in our room open, and I was horrified. My mom and I actually went downstairs to look for his carcass on the ground underneath our fourth-story window.

Finally, after I'd given up looking for him and retired to my parents' room to get some homework done, he popped out all sleepy and innocent from underneath their bed.

Whatta Stinka.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:41 PM | shower me with attention