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This morning, Andrea found that someone had vandalized her door with a poorly drawn cat.  It was disrespectful to vandalize anything with graffiti, but she couldn’t accept it because it was in her nature to keep tidy.  So, she grabbed her cleaning supplies and went on to clean off the cat when it suddenly moved!  It moved away from her mop, and when she tried to get it once again, it started jumping off the door and wreaking havoc all over her apartment.  She couldn’t stand for messiness on just her door, but to have her whole home being torn through like a tornado will just not do!

After closing the door to ensure that no cat would leave the apartment, Andrea decided to pursue the cat.  Andrea started going after the graffiti cat and got somewhat close to it, but it would escape every time she tried to hit it, like whack-a-mole. It was too quick for her and jolted across the apartment.  A war cry started to fill up the room and Andrea chased the cat with a mop.  The cat reached the opposite end of the apartment and used the wall to change directions and propel itself back towards Andrea and bounced off of her head.  The force of being used as a stepping stone caused Andrea to fall forward and land on her front-side.  Andrea sighed then panted, getting physically tired of all these graffiti cat shenanigans.

She got up, dusted herself off, and turned to look for the graffiti cat.  Just as she turned around, Andrea saw it playing with the fringes of the rug, which gave her an idea.  She realized that it was like a normal cat!  So she grabbed her mop and headed over to the kitchen to open a can of sardines and tossed one of the sardines out in the open outside of the kitchen.  The cat sniffs it from across the apartment and devours it.  In the middle of its feast, Andrea tries to thrust the mop into the cat, but misses.  the cat notices some movement and jumps away, but doesn't see anything when Andrea pulls the mop back in time.  Andrea's hands are trembling and she is sweating from nervousness.  She braces herself to land the mop on the cat and scrub at it every which way, screaming all the while.  Finally, the graffiti cat was gone.  She sighs and sits down, glad that this ordeal is over.