As I walked into the hallway leading up to my bedroom, I knew something wasn't right. I opened my door waiting for the worst to come. "Aow" I heard the cat as he trotted out of my room. The smell in my room was very foul and I recognized it instantly. Cat pee. I was partially annoyed at myself. I should've known Elliot would close the cream colored bedroom door while trying to get out and I should've left it wide open instead of just a crack. Dang it. I am so stupid. I was also mad at the cat, though. It's not that hard to push open a door, right? Seriously. I took off my coat and my backpack and set down my violin, lunchbox, and orchestra binder and music book. I stripped my bed because it turns out that the cat pee soaked all the way through my comforter, and 4 other blankets and my sheets...
THAT MUST BE A LOT OF PEE!!
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