That's what Jack's singing, in Cat, of course. He ventured out into the hallway while I was watering the plants that live there. I tracked him down and returned him to durance vile our home. Now he's on his hind feet, scratching at the door, sniffing at the hinges, meowing with a sort of wistful querulousness.
Poor old Jack. Now that he has
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