It was a chilly autumn morning (I was 8) when i got this idea in my head "I need a pet." Throughout the next few weeks, I begged and begged for a pet...anything. My birthday came up, and I hoped that i had a pet. I was extra good that month, but too bad for me...no pet.
Christmas was just around the corner, and my hoping went on, and than just a few days before christmas, a ferrel cat showed up. A christmas miracle living beneath our porch. Over the next two years, I fed and tried to pet her. slowly she became used to me, and now i can even hold her. She is my cat.
My dad and I were trying to think up a name for her, and inspired from just watching "Breakfast at Tiffany's," me and daddy decided to name her CAT.
" Poor cat! Poor slob without a name! The way I see it, I don't have the right to give him one. We don't belong to each other." -Holly Golighty (Breakfast at Tiffany's)
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