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I am so pissed. Can't find Sweetie anywhere in the house, and sibling says she saw a cat run up the road. I don't think Sweetie could have gotten outside, but she didn't have to say that! Now I'm going to be frikin' on edge until we find him.

EDIT: Sibling told dad, who hasn't seen him and..yeah, we're going to go look, why did she have to say that RIGHT as he was getting up? Lovely timing. No one gets that I'm too fucking upset to go look. Dad's pissed because I came back in. I wasn't the one who left the fucking door open last night, it was him.

This house, is like, is like, this house is like Russia

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