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 Misty walked down the aisle of cages feeling more and more pity on the cats in them. Where is she? She could smell her daughter's scent but she couldn't see her. A voice from behind her made her jump a bit, " Eh, ya think ya could give me a paw? I been stuck here for who knows how long." Misty turned to a cage with an old cat with wrinkled whiskers and ribs sticking out of his flanks. "The names Wrinkler," Misty padded to Wrinkler's cage. "Ok, I'll try to paw the door open." She tried pawing at the lock and Twisting it in her jaws, finally it gave way and opened with a huge squeal. Misty thought the longlegger would come back there for sure