Well, it was a hot afternoon. I was sitting in front of the computer talking to Levan and playing some Transformice. Then, my mother came in my room panting, she was looking for our cat. "Have you seen baskin?", said mother. "Must be in the bathroom", i didnt care, it was his 3rd time getting lost and when we look for him down the other flats, we see him right away. After a while, my father came home, he love our cat so he made us look for him. Going down along with my sister, we decided to split up to find him. I went down every single floor, and as i go down i noticed that some lights in the stairs are broken, rather ominous. I went back to our floor to check if he came back but no luck. I decided to look for my sister. When i saw her, she was tearing up. She was blaming herself for not paying attention. She was in the lounge afterall, she culd've seen him get out but she didnt. I tried to calm her down and joined her to look for him. We knocked in every room. Some dont even know what cat means. (we're in an arab country so mostly indians and pakistani(no racism) :Y) I heard a distant scream, it was my father. He came to help us look for the cat, he knows how to speak arabic and hindi (it was needed for his work 030). Then we encountered a group of guys talking, my father asked them about our cat. They said they saw a cat at their door 1 hour ago so he pretty much lost hope. But my sister and I didnt give up. A few minutes later, I heard my sister scream "Baskin, Bakin!!". My heart was beating so hard as I go down the stairs. I saw my sister tearing up with a smile on her face. And Baskin hanging out between the stairs, he was stuck and he was stuck in the part where the stair lights are down so i didnt notice him. I carried him while going back to our home, he was so dirty so my mother gave him a bath. THE END~

Poor cat