The Prodigal

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So last night, twenty-five hours after he had gone missing, Sheldon returned. This photo was taken an hour ago as he writhed and purred on the Man Cave carpet.

I suspect that the idjit got trapped in some garage or shed, one that’s only opened/closed once a night. His immediate trip to the litter box pretty much confirmed that. Plus he carried a faint smell of metal and oil. You don’t pick up that taint frolicking among the flower beds. The little feller spent the night sleeping next to Carjo and is back to napping right now. And at some point he’ll want to go back outside. At which point we will discuss the concepts of grounding and house arrest.

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I guess I'm the crying on the inside kind of clown
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