(LET ME OUT OF HERE)
The sunlight poured in the window of the garage. The big grayish cat sat on the old sheets, waiting to get out.
(I POOPED ALONG THE EDGE OF THE GARAGE TO PROTECT IT FROM THAT AWFUL OSCAR. I HISSED AT MOLLY SEVERAL TIMES TO KEEP HER UP IN THE TOP OF THE GARAGE AWAY FROM ME AND THE FOOD, AND THEN TO KEEP HER DUMBASS FROM JUMPING ON ME. I’M READY TO GET OUT. I SMELL SQUIRRELS AND BIRDS AND TOADS. IT”S BEEN MONTHS SINCE I’VE BEEN OUT, AND THE SUN IS UP. WHERE ARE THE HUMANS?)
