Okay, this is a ‘SIS GOT MY BACK’ story. Who remembers KC? KC was my babygirl before Alyssa came on the scene. Cat, Tanya and I lived in some apartments off of Garden Walk Blvd sometime between ‘94 and ‘97. Catrice used to work night shift. I took KC outside about 6am to the woods by the apartments to let her run for a little bit before I had to go to work. She took off after something, probably a squirrel. Y’all do realize KC is a dog right? Anyway, no matter how long or loud I called, she didn’t come back. This is my baby so I would’ve called the cops, fire dept, or whoever to help me get her back. I went in the apt like it was it was on fire and woke Cat up. She didn’t complain, just got dressed and went outside to help me look. Short story, about an hour later she DRIVES back to the apt (I’m still outside searching) with a dirty, smelly KC in the car. I can’t tell you how far Catrice had to go to find her, but she brought my baby home that day...