Spaz added a pet door to my shower curtain.
She's also stealing my clothes. This morning, after showering, I couldn't find my socks, shirt, or underwear. I'd laid them on the bed with a clean pair of pants. The dockers were still there, but the rest had vanished. My first thought was aliens. Interstellar not illegal. Maybe they tried to beam me up, missed, and got my duds instead. Then Spaz strutted into the room and I knew she'd stolen them. You see, she's a thief. A regular cat burglar.
It took five minutes to find the first sock. It was under the sink. Twenty minutes later I had the other one, it was in the closet, behind a box of old photographs. I'm still looking for my underwear.
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