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COM Day 3: Living on the Edge

From Chronicles of Meowarnia


Remember when your mom used to make you hold her hand to cross the street? I remember thinking that I would never get hit by a car and that my mom was over reacting. Just leave me be, I can take care of myself. When I have kids one day, I will never make the suffer through that humiliation.

Wrong.

Today Meow ventured much further than I thought he would. His path looks like he B-lined straight for Bard Street and played with some of his friends and then headed straight to Ralph's while crossing one of the busiest intersections on PCH. Why in the world would he want to go East of PCH? He came back the dirtiest I ever saw him. Who's the bad boy? You are Mr. Meow. Who's getting a bath tonight? That's right, you are, bad kitty.

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