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Help! Garfield is gone!


On Friday night Sharkie and I woke mom up because we heard these really funny noises outside. When mom opened the back door, all we could see was black smoke and big red hot flames all over the place.



Now our buddie 'Garlie' aka Garfield the fat Persian cat from next door is missing. Mom sez she hopes Garlie just ran away and might come back soon. Mom is putting food down for him now, just in case he is somewhere in the neighbourhood.



Sharkie and I now miss barking at Garlie! ...come back Garlie, your real mom is also looking for you.

we wuv you
Normie
xxx
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Asta said…
Oh Normie,
I suwe hope Garfield is OK..that house looked supew scawy...but cats awe clever and fast, so maybe he's just weluctant to come for a while..I hope you find him soon
smoochie kisses
Asta
Wednesday, July 11, 2007 7:05:00 am
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