This last week has been probably the most eventful week I've had in a very long time. It started off on Thanksgiving when my cat, Roscoe, ran away from home when my brother was letting our dogs out to go to the bathroom. I didn't even know he was missing until I got home from Black Friday shopping at 4 the next morning. On top of that, Sunday I came down with the flu and still hadn't seen Roscoe. I got over the flu and life became normal once again, or at least as normal as it could get without my cat. That all changed though a couple hours ago when my family and I were at my brother's basketball game and we got a call from our neighbor saying that Roscoe has been living in her attic for the past few days. I could hardly contain my excitement when I found out and we rushed home as soon as we got the news. At the beginning of the week, I wasn't too thrilled in the slightest but now that it's lighting up, it's not too shabby.
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