Monday, April 16, 2012


      For the past couple of months my grandmother had been saying how much she wanted a kitten. And so finally my dad brought her a cute ginger kitty about a month old. He saw how much we loved playing with him, so the next day he surprised us and brought home another kitty. We called her Missy. She was the cutest kitten I had ever seen, running around my living room, climbing up my pants, and playing hide and seek under our couches. We have never really had a pet before, with the exception of a parakeet named Jack and a few fishes, and so for me she was like a newborn baby longing for affection. She would wag her tail as I rubbed her tummy and once I walked away she would slowly follow me hiding behind the wall occasionally, as to make sure I wouldn't catch her. When I woke up in the morning, she was already up and wrestling with her toy penguin. 
      She loved playing with my hands (which would end up in a million scratches by the end of the day), but I didn't mind it at all. She was my Missy, and I just wanted to keep her happy. But unfortunately as the days went by my allergies got the worst of me. And so no matter how much I protested, I knew Missy couldn't stay with us any longer. I cannot tell you how unbelievably heartbroken I was when the day came for her to go. I ran down the stairs and held her for as long as I could. At that moment I became a child once again, sobbing on the floor not wanting to let go. I still tear up now when I think about her because I miss her, but I know she's happy back with her mommy. I never thought that I would grow so attached in such a short amount of time. Even though I only had her for a few days, Missy managed to steal my heart. Here are a few of my favorite pictures I took of her for the time she was with me.

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