In The Closet Work | Sylvester Trapped

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Sylvester froze. A war raged within him. On one shoulder, instinct whispered bird . On the other, temptation screamed party . sylvester trapped in the closet

Sylvester’s heart stopped. He was framed! The police were coming for him! He wasn't missing; he was right here! If they found him, they’d think he was the missing cat (who was probably a criminal mastermind) and haul him off to the pound! sylvester trapped in the closet

The first hour wasn't so bad. It was dark, sure, and it smelled faintly of mothballs and old wool, but he was safe. He decided to sleep it off. Granny would open the door in the morning to get her coat, and he’d just stroll out like nothing happened. sylvester trapped in the closet