It all started when I accidentally picked up the wrong suitcase at the airport
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It all started when I accidentally picked up the wrong suitcase at the airport. It was one of those cases that look like they're filled with clothes, but are actually packed full of something else. When I opened it, my jaw dropped to see what was inside: a beautiful, long-haired cat.
I had never seen anything so adorable in my life! And she seemed happy to be around me, too—she purred and rubbed against my legs as if she'd known me forever. The problem was, I couldn't take her home with me on the plane. So instead, I took her back to my hotel room and spent the night petting her.
The next morning, though, I woke up to find that someone had stolen her from the hotel room. My heart broke into pieces. She was gone, just like that.
I didn't know what to do. Should I call the police? But then again, I wasn't sure how much I could trust them. They might have taken her away because they thought she was dangerous or sick. Maybe she was ill.
As I stood there in the hotel room, feeling sorry for myself, I heard a loud meow from outside. I opened the door and saw her there, sitting by the entrance. Her fur was ruffled, which meant she must've been sleeping on top of some bushes nearby.
"What are you doing here?" I asked her. "Are you lost?"
She tilted her head to the side and blinked at me. Then she started walking toward me. As she approached, I noticed that her coat looked different than before. It was a little bit darker now, and her face was more wrinkly.
But still...she was so cute. Even though she was old and gray, I couldn't help but smile.
"Come on," I said. "Let's go home."