Patches, As Good As It Gets
by Angel
Well, about four years ago, a cat found me. But let me tell this right. I saw a black and white streak race across my yard and it hid under the trailer. I ran inside to find dad and grandma, and we checked under the trailer to see what it was. A cat. So I named her patches, because she had black and white patches on her. Over the next few years, we had a lot of fun together. Sometimes, I would watch her stalk animals, or other times we would just sit together. What surprised me the most was that she followed me around. And when I say me I mean only me. But, four years later, me and my dad were going to get breakfast downtown when I realize Patches is across the street laying down. I think it's normal for one she used to live there, and for two she sleeps over there a lot. But, three hours later, we arrive home. She's in the same spot, just motionlessly laying there. I said, "Dad. Look at Patches. She's been laying there all morning." Patches name used to be Moria before she found us. So my dad calls her name, Moria. He says to go check on her. So, I ran across the street and there she is. Her throat was all torn up, her paws were all bloody and her tongue was sticking out. She had bugs all over her, crawling around on her. I was terrified and furious at the same time. How could this happen to my beloved friend? All the same, I was wondering what had gotten her. Probably the lynx me and dad saw earlier! She's gone now and to this very she is still mourned by me, my family and my dog. My new kitten, Hashi, does not know what I have been through. It was a pain filled experience and April 19, 2009, will be a day none of us forget. |