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Okay, turns out I was wrong... Mal *was* in the closet all night. Poor, poor kitty, hehehe. I feel so bad now... :/
Here's how it happened (we think): Katie, way back in August, gave me a stuffed wolf she brought back from Banff. Ever since her parents did the whole 'get the hell out' thing, I've slept with this wolf (just wanna feel close to her... it helps some). I also cuddle with it when I'm feeling lonely. Mike enjoys stealing and hiding my wolf (when I'm in a good, non-lonely mood... he's not *that* stupid, hehe), and last night he took it and hid it in the closet. When I finally found it I went straight to bed... not realizing that Mal had jumped up into the closet while the door was open.
*facedesk* Poor cat. Poor, stupid, stupid cat.
He really needs to learn to freak out sooner- he didn't say anything as I was closing the door and going to bed, had he made any noise at all, I would have heard him and let him out... *shakes head*
Here's how it happened (we think): Katie, way back in August, gave me a stuffed wolf she brought back from Banff. Ever since her parents did the whole 'get the hell out' thing, I've slept with this wolf (just wanna feel close to her... it helps some). I also cuddle with it when I'm feeling lonely. Mike enjoys stealing and hiding my wolf (when I'm in a good, non-lonely mood... he's not *that* stupid, hehe), and last night he took it and hid it in the closet. When I finally found it I went straight to bed... not realizing that Mal had jumped up into the closet while the door was open.
*facedesk* Poor cat. Poor, stupid, stupid cat.
He really needs to learn to freak out sooner- he didn't say anything as I was closing the door and going to bed, had he made any noise at all, I would have heard him and let him out... *shakes head*