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The Door Creaks

on tip-toe, into the darkness, a-ha! the cash! he stumbles, door creaks... waves of guilt, waves of terror engulf him, nerves shot, gills green

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Caren Krutsinger

Date: 9/5/2019 10:40:00 PM

It is so difficult to be a cat burgler when you are not sure where the home owner kicked off her shoes.

Gershon Wolf
Date: 9/6/2019 10:19:00 AM

Even more difficult if one is a big, clumsy cat! (I ought to know!). Thanks, Caren

Brenda Chiri

Date: 9/5/2019 9:56:00 PM

Ol I have tried to sneak back into the house before and anything and everything that could go wrong did! Lol! Yea so much for me being sneaky did not work out at all! I enjoyed this my friend!;)

Gershon Wolf
Date: 9/6/2019 10:18:00 AM

Time for new sneakers, Brenda! LOL. Thanks for the support. ~ gw