She died March 29 2001. I knew her all my life. My family found her before I was born. She was crying on our street and we fed her cereal because she was hungry. We took her in our home. My mother said that we could keep her till we found her owners but we never did so she became another family member.
When she was younger she was playful like most kittens. As she grew she became less playful. A few years before she died whenever we tried to play with her she just layed there like a log. The only time she was playful was when she played with string. She would then rip it in half and eat the part she got like spagetti.
Her name was Pussywillow and her name went well with her. She was a very soft cat. When I was a toddler I used to chase her. My mother would tell me that she would scratch me but I didn’t listen. Then when I pulled her tail she scratched me. I did not want to say I was wrong so I went up to my Mother and proudly showed her my scratch.”
She was older than me. She died when she was around 15 years old. I am only 11. Almost 12. I wish I could pet her again. She meant a lot to me. She always knew when someone was angry or sad. When they were she would put her paw on them trying to calm us down. The way she would sit and lie down was really funny. When she sat she looked as if she was imitating us. When she lay it looked like she was dead with all four legs sticking straight up in the air.
She was so soft. I would like to pet her again and again and again.
Jordan
| Pussywillow |
| 29, March 2001 |
| Jordan |