A few years ago, when Sally was just a young kitten, I had a very scary experience with her. She had been acting kind of funny, meowing a lot.
I woke up in the middle of the night, as I am wont to do.
I heard Sally rustling around in the closet.
In my half-awake stupor, I started panicking.
I thought, "Oh noooooo! Sally crawled off into the closet to die alone!!!!"
I was confused and tearful as I started frantically searching for her. I couldn't find her. I sat on my bed and started bawling.
Hearing the ruckus, she came out of hiding and stared up at me like, "What the hell is wrong with you?"
She did not die.
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