One day, my daughter did this.
She set her sweet baby-bree kitten down in the grass and we spent the next hour begging her to come out from under the porch. Now she is a prisoner in her own home, spending her days plotting her escape, crying at the door, jumping at the handle, knowing if she could just pull it down a little harder, she could escape. Someday she'll figure it out. She's just that talented. Then she'll be gone. And finally... I might stop asking my husband why he just had to bring her home from Walmart that day.
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