"What!? He died" I gasped a sad small gasp. Alright let's go the beginning. I was at my friends house while My dad was at work and my mom was too. My dad came to pick me up and he hasn't been home yet. We got home and I was doing something outside and my dad went outside to say...... "We have some bad news. Thirteen is dead." I was devastated. I cried and sobbed while my dad dug a hole in the backyard for him. I went in to see him. He laid across the middle of the floor in the living room. We don't now why he died. It was sad.
Now some stories about Thirteen..............
He used to always try to go outside. Once he was successful and got outside. It was raining, so he got outside and came back to the window and all we saw was a little head and his two paws.
While we were gone he would grab all my animals and when we came back he would walk around and meow his sweet little meow. Since he was black and white he would always grab the panda.
He also tried to get inside of closets and we always heard him meow.
I used to tug on both of their tails and they would hiss and bite me.
I was in my bed falling asleep. Thirteen snuck in, while my dad was reading. He came up and bit me on the hand. I screamed so loud.
He used to love to eat flowers. We used to put dead flowers on his grave.
I miss him.
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A Paw's Journey #1
General Fiction2 cats will grow up with one little girl, dad, and mom. What happens when the cats die?