My Cat Wuzzle

I had a cat name Wuzzle. He was a black and white cat. He had a white dot on the tip of his tail.  He loved me and I loved him. He hated everyone too but me . It all started when my cat Chloe had babies. I saw Wuzzle and knew he was the one. I raised him. I saved his life. I saw him when he first opened his eyes. I know his birthday. His birthday is May 19th 2007.  He would say good night to me. And when I woke up there he was on my bed ready to start the day. I would say hello for a few minutes Then go on with my day. One day he started to pee on my stuff. They warned me once that he doesn’t start peeing on my stuff, that he would be gone. A few weeks later I went to my friend’s Aaryn for her birthday. I come back from Aaryn’s so happy, then they said that they had to talk to me. I said what. They told me that tooked Wuzzle to the pound. I was mad, furious, and sad. They didn’t just take my cat, they took my best friend away from me. I wouldn’t have wuzzle come and say good morning to me, I wouldn’t have him walk onme in the bathroom, and most important I wouldn’t have him.  My mom said that the lady at the counter would take him(maybe). This time he actully let her pet him. So I guess I wasn’t his speical person after all. But the worst part is I never got to say goodbye. I’ll never see him again.

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