It all started at Christmas when two cute cats were brought into the family.they both had a mother who ran away. Her name was Minnie a very good mum at some stages,but not all the time was she there for her kittens.we took them too are house and made them a home.they were both young brave cats of some sort.One after-noon I got of the bus,my sister was crying I asked what was going on and she said'one of the kittens are dead.I started to cry.We didn't have a serimony because my mum said it would be stupid.I still wonder how my dearest cat died.i guess I am trying to say that life has rough times,has bumps and lumps just like a thick shake you don't know what in it until you taste it but you can only say what you know.life is not how you want it to be!!!
