Well it all started when I was sitting on the couch.
I heard a meow outside. I turned to see an orange cat with
the most beautiful eyes.
I ran to the door and he got scared and ran.
The next night he returned to eat. I walked up to him.
He was so thin.
My mom said I could feed him so I did.
I let him eat for a little while.
Then I wanted to pet him so I did using a gentle stroke.
We became friends.
That is how it went for those days.
In the evening I would go outside and sit on the porch.
I would just sit and wait for the stray cat to come.
I had to give him a name that went good with his colors.
So I looked and saw a whole bunch of orange.
Then I saw a little bit of gray on his back it looked like smoke.
So I thought of the name Smokey.
Every evening I would see him and tell him secrets I never
told to anyone. We were best buds.
The next couple of months went by.
Until one day my sister called my mom.
I listened to their conversation.
Then I asked my mom what was wrong.
She said that there was an orange cat in the middle
of the road.
So my mom and I went to look and see if it was Smokey.
I was the first to get out of the car. I looked at the cat.
It was orange with a little bit of gray at the top.
It was my Smokey.
So we took him home and buried him.
I cried and cried that day.
My friend Smokey was hit by a car.
I love you my Smokey
Jessica
| Smokey |
| Jessica |