~Andrew's Art Book~

Maxy?

This is a big improvement on my artistic skills, but... it's of my kitten, Max. Well, he wasn't mine, but he was our next door neighbors', but they considered him mine. I was there the day after they were born, and I got to name one. I named him Max.

One time, we were outside, playing, and he wanted to go inside. We went inside and lay down on a bed, and before I knew it, Max had put his little paw on my hand and started purring. It was an amazing moment. He then fell asleep, cuddling me.

Later on when he and his brother and sister, Ryder and Rochelle, were sold, along with his mother, Rosie, They kept him probably for me. (My mom is allergic to cats, soooo...) At the time of Thanksgiving Break, Maxy had run away. Run away. He was last seen at CityView, and... I-I wish he was here. ;~;