Hey guys I'm finally updating....
But I can't give up. Not now. I refuse to give up to this evil feline. No. Never.
The claws continue to dig deeper into my skin and I bite Frisbee's arm, him letter out a hiss as he leaps off. I have to defend myself. Susan and Jennifer are in a state of shock, so I'm on my own.
I have to defend myself.
I run towards Frisbee, and step on his paw. He collapses on the ground, and I run over to Susan and Jennifer.
"Guys! We have to get away from here, now."
Susan trembles for a few seconds and Jennifer speaks.
"Uh, Barbara?" She says, looking up at me.
"Yeah?" I question.
"Look at Frisbee."
I turn and see Frisbee laying on the floor, whimpering. I slowly approach him, and see his eyes wide, cute, almost.
"Frisbee?" I ask.
A tear rolls down his small little face. He let's out a strained meow and closes his eyes. About a minute later I tap his furry stomach, and feel no beat.
"NO!" I choke out. No. He can't be dead.
I scoop him up and burrow him in my lap. About an hour of crying later, I hear him say:
"You're dreaming."
