"Mr. Whiskers, stop it! I said stop it!" She started kicking in an attempt to get him off. Luckily, it worked and sent him flying across the living room. He gave her a very disdainful look. She returned it right back.
She looked to her left and found that dastardly rock again.
What was she getting herself in to? It had been 10 years since her last robbery and that was when she was 15 pounds lighter. She just didn't know if she could go and get herself in to that kind of trouble again. But Victor looked so promising. Then something clicked in her mind. Those eyes, like the eyes of her cat. Someone else had those eyes. A man she remembered from 10 years ago named Reginald. He had gotten her in to the same type of trouble that this new man was currently attempting to get her in to. She needed to watch her back. Something about this whole situation was pretty shady.
"Hey KittyPooPooBear, I'm sorry I kicked you, but you were hurting my toes. Come here sweety." She was a little upset when all her cat did was run away.
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