This is a story about my cats and their lives out of the house.
My three cats-Firestar-
Youngest of the three, gets into the most trouble.
Sam-
Oldest of the three, He's been more quieter since his sister died.
Note-Sam does not look like that it's the closet picture I could find that worked.
Pumpkin-
Older then Firestar younger then Sam. only sister to the two since Sam's sister died.
Note-Pumpkin does not look like that it's the closet picture I could find that worked.
Story-
Part 1-
A Car drove into a driveway, And stopped. Two men got out. One was holding a Orange like cat.
They walked into the house where two women sat. "....What's that? Please tell me it's not ours..." one woman said. "It's ours." The man holding it said. The man handed the cat to one of the women while the two men and other woman left to go to the store. only a few minutes later. three kids came down.
"Amy is crying....What's that?" The boy asked who was also the first down. "Well Gio, this is Tiger. he's yours to take care of now." The woman said handing it to the boy. The crying girl came down and immediately smiled and held the cat tightly.
A black Manx was sitting on one of the chairs. "...humph." He jumped off and walked over to a door. the woman let him out.