Freaking out. My white cat just escaped the house while I was taking picture of the latest snowstorm. So cliche. So I chase her in my shorts and crocs but she wisely went back into the house after a minute of freedom. And this cat never goes for the door. My own fault for leaving it open for a second to take the picture but I never thought she would bolt.
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It was all that beautiful whiteness -- just like her fur. How could a girl resist?
She did the same move as last time. Bolted. Ran next door as I ran around the bushes and realized I had about one minute before the cold dropped me to die on the sidewalk. Then she went back to our steps and in the house. Right now I am not talking to her but I am typing about her. I don't want her out there because out there is where they GETCHA.
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