Where is Freddie?
Is he in the washing machine or under the bath, behind the dry stone wall, or trying to climb the tall tree in the corner of the garden?
Freddie was a cat who loved bread and would steal it whenever he could, even if it meant biting into a sandwich that was on my plate when I was holding it. We would then play tug-of-war with the sandwich, which wasn’t designed to be used for this sport. Freddie would take the sandwich somewhere inaccessible and I would have to clean up the mess.
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