It was just yesterday when I almost lost a member in my family and by that, I mean literally. It was a sunny Sunday afternoon when I woke up around 12 pm. My daily routine is to feed my cats as soon as I wake up but on that day, I found it off that only two of them ran towards me when I gave them food. The chubbiest one, the one who likes to eat the most, didn’t show up. I searched my whole house, under the sofa, in every room, the bathroom, closet, and still she was nowhere to be found. When I searched outside the house thinking she might of escaped, I was right. At first I wasn’t sure but then I saw the grass moving in the front lawn by the parked car. And there she was, having the best time of her life, eating some grass that could’ve easily gotten her killed if it was poisonous. When I tried to grab her home, she started playing hide and seek with me. Now you can probably imagine how I looked, a girl in her pajamas, hair all messy, and looking under a car by the grass, looking crazy. I had to get down on the filthy and wet concrete sidewalk, crawl half way under the car, and drag my overweight 15 pound cat out. I learn to never take my cats out on a stroll anymore because they like it so much that they’ll try to run away from home.