So my human let me out like usual one night and usually I’m by where they park their car when they get off waiting to walk home with them the next day , right ?

Something changed this time though

Instead of the morbidly obese jogger Karen constantly calling the landlord to sick animal control on me ( I never pooped on the property btw only in the grass or dirt) the junkie old Mexican lady with track marks on her arms stole me that night

For 48 hours I was stuck in this cigarette smoke and heroin fume filled apartment with shitty cans of tuna , no scratching post , no toys and a newspaper to use as a litter box

I was crying and begging to be let out so I could be with my human again and was about to give up hope when I heard tsk tsk sound and cat noises being played

I knew it was my human before I even heard her call my name

She was circling the block but didn’t see me because the apartment was tucked behind two duplexes

She finally saw me clawing at the metal door and crying and she ran up pounding on the door

I’m pretty sure that’s why tweaker lady never answered because she was nodding off from heroin and probably thought the bangs where the police

My mom let me out and I cried from joy and circled around her

She grabbed me and bolted

Not even being stolen can keep us apart

Tldr

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Never heard of her