When we got Sassy me and my sister were so happy. She did many things…she liked to play and sometimes scratch but we got over it eventually. She was black and gray with stripes. She was an outside cat. She looked as if she got in a fight every day. She would come home and hop on my bed with war wounds and she looked so happy. I would look at her and laugh and sometimes talk to her even.
Then one evening she didn’t come home. We were looking for her for hours and hours. She meant so much to us. We put food on the porch and also shook cereal boxes(she liked that sound). We tried to get our friends to look for her also but we had no luck-NONE at all. Now we miss her and ALWAYS think of her when we go to the places she loves. This was a hard time but we made it!