If I had one do over it would obviously be calling my cat Lewis in on a Friday night. My cat was a big, fat furball. He had lived with us for two years. The day before Lewis died we lost two chickens, but I still managed to forget about letting Lewis back in. The next morning I woke up to my mom calling Lewis, but she got no answer. No matter how long and loud she called him he did not come. He still has not come home a year later. This would be my do over because my whole family misses him.