Joan called me the night after she took Mitchell. I knew what she’d say... “He’s gone! We let him out of the carrier, and we haven’t seen him since!” I laughed as I explained what would happen. Sure enough, three days later Joan called to say that one of her boys had found him under the refrigerator and they managed to coax him out with some warm milk.
Damaged Goods, Part 3
Damaged Goods, Part 3
Damaged Goods, Part 3
Joan called me the night after she took Mitchell. I knew what she’d say... “He’s gone! We let him out of the carrier, and we haven’t seen him since!” I laughed as I explained what would happen. Sure enough, three days later Joan called to say that one of her boys had found him under the refrigerator and they managed to coax him out with some warm milk.