Smoky the Cat

So when I was like 4 or 5, my grandparents had this cat. The cat’s name was Smoky. I liked Smoky, but one time, I was playing with their cat. The cat was under this cabinet, and I was lying on the ground, playing and petting Smoky. I guess I thought Smoky was purring, not growling. You see, I was like 4. How was I supposed to know that? So I was kind of taunting Smoky, by pushing this mouse toy thing in her face, and just before he could grab it, I would pull it away and laugh. So, I had just shoved a fake mouse in Smoky’s face, and Smoky did something hilarious, and I burst out laughing. I was 4. I thought everything was hilarious. So when I did it again, Smoky bit me. It hurt SO BAD!!! There was a mark on my hand for like, WEEKS!!!

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