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Thanks, folks! I did a sigil myself, but I'm not that confident about my magickal prowess...
The thing went like that: We (me & 2 friends) live in a house with garden and backyard. Garden ends in an iron fence, where Emily used tosit and watch as people passed by in the sidewalk in front. Of course, lots of people used to stop and pat her, and ask where did we get her, since she was so cute etc.
So one night there's nobody home, and the next day we cannot find her (we leave an entrance always open so she can get in the house to eat & drink). And we find, on the sidewalk in front of the iron fence, some cat food scattered on the floor. That's how it happened. Cruel heartless bastards.
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