Growling

When Karma found me in the garage, she was not amused. The people always knew where I was hiding because Karma would look in and growl.

She growled at me for weeks, even after I came in the house. She chased me under the big bed. Robin had called me the under-the-house kitty; now she was calling me the under-the-bed kitty. That was fine with me because Karma stayed on the other side of the sheets.

When someone is growling at you, it’s important to hide somewhere that she won’t follow.

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