and not in a good way...
I was opening pet rigs from Lake Kindred when I got this:
When I was 5, I had a cat named Rascal. I loved that cat. One day, he was walking on the sidewalk. I wanted him to come with me. My stupid, little five-year-old self who didn't know any better thought I could bring him home on a makeshift leash. Well...
Yeah.
Poor kitty. ): This hit a little too close to home.
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