The fun never ends around her. Mom calls out to me that there's something growling at her. Where is she? In the coat closet rooting around and preparing to yank everything out of it...again...for the third day in a row. Of course, there isn't anything in the closet, neither cat nor mouse, that could have been growling at her. If she doesn't behave, I'M going to be growling at her!
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