The end ...

Posted by Claudia Moser on 8:30 PM in ,
... to Home Alone

The room was a mess. Cushions fallen down, sofa covers on the ground. Even the newspaper was torn in bits. She wondered who could have made such a mess. And then she saw the culprit and began Laughing. It was the neighbour's cat. Sneha had forgotten to lock the window and the naughty cat had gained access to the room and created a mess.



He Claudia, I saw a post on Facebook yesterday that said your were p...... well, that you were not happy. Is everything ok?

@Rick - all is better today, thank you for caring :)

Found it!!! Good ending my friend.

@Diane - just one possibility!

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