The day I got my cat was the day a tragedie happened. Earlyer that day I got up the sun was shining and I went to see my hampster and put him in his ball and grabbed the cage. I went to the garbage can with the ball in one hand and the cage in the other. I put the ball down so I could know where my hampster would go. i opened the cage and poured out all the pooh and woodchips and got some paper towel, I was about to start the second part of the cleaning stage when I heard a scream, not a normal scream it was like a bloody murder scream. I immediatly dropped all that I was doing and ran into the living room and saw the ball open and the hampster missing!!! I looked around a little more and found my hampster he was dead with a little puddle laying next to him of blood I knew immediatly that the dog had something to do with it. I called her name and she was hidding from me behind the couch were the body was, I was shocked! My mom came down the stairs only to see me on the ground groveling like no tommorow, She didnt know why I was crying until she saw the little hampster curled up in the corner about an 1 in diramiter. She came to tell me it was going to be okay and got some cloves and grabbed the hampster and put it in the garbage in the garage. My mom kept on telling me that everything will be okay and that this type of thing happens to everyone. But I knew she didnt understand the type of pain that I was going threw was tough. But I told her that the only thing to make me happy was a kitty. She said that she would have to talk it over with my dad because we already had two dogs and one cat already...But soon enough they said I could get a cat ONLY...ONLY if I promised to take full responcablity for this kitty.I said yeah!! with out even listening to the rest and hopped in the car and we went kitty hunting but before we did that we went to taco bell because we all were hungry and knew we were going to be out here for a while. After we ate lunch we were off...We went to a couple humane societys but they all said I couldnt get them today, and I wasnt ready to take no for an answer. So we went to this small strore and me and my mom went in...There was a whole cage of kittens about 8 and all orange I grabbed one and my mom did too. I dropped the one I had in a fish tank but the tank was empty so I decided to get the one my mom had because he was purring so loud you could hear it and had his eyes closed trying to sleep. I decided to call him Julius and to this day he lives happily at my house!<3>
3 comments:
why did you name your kitty julius out of all the names in the world?
Who cares? It's a great name for a cat!
WELL I JUST WANTED TO KNOW WHY YOU WOULD NAME HIM THAT. THIS DOESINT HAVE TO DO ANYTHING WITH "KITTY" STORY BUT WHAT KIND OF BREED IS YOUR DOG AND WERE AT DID YOU FIND IT?
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