Author: Bree

Oh, The sad tale of Spud.
It all started on thanksgiving of 2007.
“We need a kitten” dad
“Hah, why?” mom
and then I couldn’t hear the rest, But all that I knew was that the next day when my mom came home she was carrying a cage. Odd, I thought. Then the next minute I hear “MEOW!”
“Keep him still!”
“I’m trying mom!”
fleas
we had to pluck them one by one when there were at least 100.
*FAST FORWARD*
We were at the vet. He had worms, ear infection and a sickness. 74, that is , 74 dollars.
*FAST FORWARD*
He was a true prince. The prince of my heart, making it burst open with love and happiness every day looking forward to seeing him. I trained him, To defend himself against the neighbors cat.
*FAST FORWARD*
I was overjoyed. At night standing in the grass next to me with his orange fur shining and gleaming and waving in the wind.
This was the true Heaven.

and that day, that horrid Friday night.

“Where is he?”
“Oh no!”
“He will come back, Hes a cat.”

Oh really? Do you REALLY think so mom? I was crying by then.

*NEXT SATURDAY*
REVENGE. KILL. EAT- wait not that, how about MURDER?
THAT STUPID CAT KILLED HIM!

and now

my prince,

is gone.

gone

So now all of the love in my heart drained out and was filled in with anger and hate. And I can never look at a cat again without getting mad. I can’t look at it.

That leaves me with no love left. Nothing. After that I lost interest in everything. Lost everything. Lost my charm. And I will promise you, that that cat will never make it out of my sight alive

ever