Tia kept me up all night crying outside my door. I wouldn't let her in because as soon as she comes in she wants to go back out. She came by at least 4 times and was back in the morning, crying and trying all the different vocalizations in her vocabulary to see if any of them would magically open the door. She pawed at the door and stood up and pounded with her hands and small body weight. I couldn't feel mad with her because she's lonely because no one in this apartment loves her anymore and I can commiserate because it's the worst feeling.
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