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Prisoner of War
January 4, 2007

prisoner.jpgWednesday was my sister Melanie’s birthday. After work I went home to change clothes before heading to my parent’s place for the party. What I found there shocked me to the very core.

Her birthday cake was in a box on the table. My mom informed me that Smokey, the greatest cat in the world, had sat on the box and squished part of the icing. I asked where Smokey was now. The answer: He was locked in the bathroom. Smokey had become a prisoner of war.

“Do you want salad with your dinner,” my mom asked me. “No,” I replied. “I am on a salad strike until the prisoner Smokey is set free.”

An amusing work of fiction? Sadly, no. This story is all too real.

Freedom for Smokey. Freedom for cake squishers everywhere.

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