Mom the Cat Burglar

I locked myself out again last night and your brother was at work.  It was 8:30 pm.  I had to tear the screen out of John’s small window and somehow hoist myself into the house.  My arms were badly scratched and bleeding and my upper legs are black and blue.  It was hard to climb into the window as it was very high and nothing outside to stand on.  I hate his door locks.

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Love, Mom