i woke up this morning around 7:30 and of course the first thing to cross my path were the cats begging for food. except this time there was no jasper. sometimes he gets trapped in one of my roommates rooms so i didn't think much of it. as i sat down to breakfast i noticed my roommate had left the kitchen window cracked about 4 inches. i stopped and immediately started crying. i knew he had gotten out. i know my cats. jasper has this amazing ability to fit through very small areas. i walked out to the deck area and looked around a little but i knew he was gone. he's not the type to hang around. so i got my bag and set out to look for him. still crying. i walked to the alley way and called for him. during this time i was trying to figure out which picture i would use for his LOST poster.
after a few minutes i heard a little, pathetic meow. it was jasper. it took me a while to figure out where he was. he was hiding under a motorcycle that had a weather cover over it. oh and did i mention it stormed like a bitch last night. poor thing. he was a little shaken and has some weird grease on his back (probably from the motorcycle) but other than that he was ok.
i confronted my roommate about it later and this was her response: "oh really? what a dummy."
i really wanted to punch her in the face.
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i would have punched them in the face. what a bitch.i understand how u feel, my roomies used to do that to me and Ares....
next time poison her food...oopss.
im so evill..
ha.
i second the motion for punching her in the face
i am really mad after reading this. third the punch.
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