The remaining members of the Pack killed Black Cat. I'm assuming Clark was involved because he and Sarah were previously implicated in feline murder. I came home and Randi and Earl were tossing around Black Cat in much the same manner that they tossed around Ted the Turtle.
So, for the second night in a row, my mom came over with a shovel (because I don't have a real one apparently.) She left it because she said, "You never know what's going to happen." And, for the second night in a row, I dug a grave in the Little Backyard.
While I was doing that, Randi locked me out of the house by jumping at the security door and throwing the lock. So when I was ready to come in to enjoy some quality time with my friends Gin and Tonic, I could not do so. Luckily, I had my spare key outside.
Also, I think I hear a mouse in the laundry room. Now I don't even have Black Cat to regulate.
I am going to write a book and use this as my Cash Cow. If you want to be known under a pseudonym let me know now, otherwise I will use your real name.
Seriously. I could not make this shit up.
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