The Two Headed Cat

My Birthday

It was my 2 birthday. My parents said they would get me something special, and I didn't believe them very much, and they don't buy me very many stuff, so you would believe me if this is accurate to you. I woke up, so happy and excited, not knowing what was in the present for my birthday.

I ran immediately downstairs, almost slipping down the stairs for how fast I was running in my socks. Immediately when I stopped in the dining room, where you first enter when you go down the stairs, I saw a present, and my parents standing there, waiting for me to open my present. I got so excited and ran and almost tripped, when it opened the present, there was a tabby cat, crawling out of the box.

I was so excited that I picked it up, viciously and excited, that it meowed at me, painfully, and when I looked at it stomach, I saw something unusual. It had another heads there, and a second stomach.

I poked it.

It was very soft, and squishy! I was hoping you was a little toy or something that might have somehow melted into it? I don't exactly know, I was too little to realize that it was real head, until the heads meowed at me, painfully again, in sync. It was very strange for me, but I loved it. I kissed both of their little heads, and they hissed at me, but I wasn't really that bothered.

I went to them and thanked the heck out of, and played with it all day, and that night when I went to bed, we couldn't find it anywhere. We couldn't find it in our backyard, front yard, or in our house, or in the basement, or in the garage, and so we thought it was lost forever until a few years later when I was 23.

We find it, meowing happily at me and the kitchen. I was so happy and relieved to find the cat again, but it wasn't the same cat, I mean it had the heads but it felt like it was different. It felt like it was still a kitten.

When I put it back down, after hugging it, it clawed my legs, it hurt but I still love them! When I went to my cousin's house, he came over to see the cat again, he was excited too but that happiness quickly faded away when we saw it lying there, foaming at the mouth.

We went to it, cried a little bit next to it, but we were still stupid. It then somehow threw the foam at us. Then left the room after taking a few pictures, we mourned over the cat in the living room, but after a while we went back in the kitchen to see if it was still there, and get some food because we were starving after crying so much.

When we came there, the cat wasn't there anymore. We swore it was dead laying there, but I ran to my dad, telling him, screaming "You know that cat you got me for my birthday?" He replied, scared "Oh no."

I even said to him, frightened and wanting to kill the thing "ITS HERE! ITS STILL ALIVE! KILL IT! KILL IT!" And that is all I remember from that treacherous day.