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Personal Narrative: Cats Are The Dumbest Pets
My heart is beating faster than the hands of a drummer as I scream, “Cats are the dumbest pets in the world!” I forgot to close my window last night after I finished looking at the Super Moon. In the middle of the night I woke up because I felt so cold. I got up to close it and I saw that my black and fuzzy cat, Vixen wasn’t in my room anymore. I didn’t think much of it until I woke up for school. Then I realized that Vixen must have jumped out of the window and ran away. I was feeling frantic which means "desperate or wild with excitement, passion, fear, pain, etc.; frenzied." according to dictionary.com. I couldn't believe I had made such a big mistake. I knew I had to act fast.
I heard a loud scratch above my bedroom. I went to the window
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I was looking everywhere but still, he was nowhere to be found. I couldn't believe it, I actually lost my cat. I started to cry and yell at myself when all of the sudden I heard a soft familiar "meow!" I turned around and I saw nothing. I was furious, I thought my cat was trying to trick me. Then I heard the meow again. I looked up to where I thought I heard him and there he was. Perched at the very top of a 40 foot tall tree. I was thrilled to see him but then I realized I had no way to get him down. I went back home to get his favorite treats and when I came back he had already gotten down about half of the tree. I shook his bag of treats and he ran straight down the truck of the tree and onto the sidewalk. I could smell the strong scent of chlorine mixed with freshly cut grass as he ate his treats. When he was done I picked him up and carried him home.
My cat can be very crazy sometimes. I have learned not to leave the window open and always keep an eye on him. I have also realized that I can't take everything for granted because one day it could be gone. Now I will take better care of my stuff and not be so careless. I am so thankful that my cat is okay and back at home. I hope that nothing like that will ever happen

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