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Okay, people, so this is Adrian here...a cat... or to be more specific, THE CAT starring in my owner's (Alexa's) version of a particular story which I will go into right now. To get to the point, Alexa got some things wrong and so I will clear it out and tell you the right version. So, I want to first clear up the fact that I was not as fat as my owner exclaimed and she didn't gasp out and stammer, "OH MY GOSH." It was more like a gasp with a stare that she couldn't interrupt until one of her friends said something to break her gaze at my glorious-ness (I don't understand why, but my owner is rolling her eyes at me right now... maybe it's because of something weird she did or she got something in her eyes... because last time I checked, humans couldn't understand cats 🙄). Image courtesy- Pixabay ("glorious-ness" -Adrian) So you might not believe me but whatever... why I escaped from home is the big deal... the final run to win the game.....

I called his name, over and over, and (not to mention) over 100 times more. There was just no sign of him anyplace.  You see, my cat Adrian left me to cry in misery two weeks ago... he just disappeared... like the way those street magicians say, "Abracadabra!" and then the person in the box vanishes... just like that. Every day, I used to fill his food out for him and refill his water and milk bowl hoping that he would come home in search of a good meal. To no avail though, did he ever come home. One thing bothered me about this whole situation though... scratch that... make it two. I had raised my little Adrian, a Bengal Cat mind you since he was one day old. I had nursed him to health after finding him on the street outside my Beverly Hill home. You wouldn't be surprised to see Taylor Swift or Katy Perry cruising down the main street every two days or so.  Image courtesy- Pixabay The first thing that bothered me was how he had left... after all the love and time I spent...