There is a cat in my room.
I cannot find the broom.
I Think it ran in my closet.
I shut the door,
But maybe I should lock it.
I'm too afraid to sleep...
Hopefully mom comes home soon.
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Love the picture and the words are fun
Cute stuff! π
Hahaha this is too funny!!