My Cats, From The Beginning To The End

     This blogpost will show thoughts from the start to the end of my cats history, my first cat, to my last cat, how they died, or ended up. This is the everything you need to know guide of my cats, the beginning, to the end.


Sarah, the naughty (the cats point of view vs. humans point of view)
Cats point of view
       All I can think about is mama, holding me against her warm, pudgy stomach, her soft fur rubbing against my bald cheek, and her purring vibrations. I wish I could look up into her he eyes, and see her snow white chin fur, dusted with grime, and her tongue, approaching my thin coat of fur.
     Gone.
     Mama is gone for good, killed by the ally bull dog. Now all I see is the same face, over, and over again, looking at me with puppy dog eyes, petting me with bald paws, and claws scratch under my ears, short ones, but it hurts.
     Too rough, too mean, too cold. Too much fear.
     The next thing I know, i'm in the back of a metal thing, moving swiftly, much too fast, or is it too much fear? Too much sad? All I want to do is get back in the ally, were I can see all different faces, moods, and where I know is home. Just for me, home. The next thing I know i'm lunging to the face in the front of me, they catch me. Let them have their fun, while I miss home. Just let them know this: They will never replace mama, never find a better, and safer place then my ally. I want to think happy thoughts; but I can't. All I can do now is whimper, cry, and hope i'll be able to run away to mama's spirit. Where it's soft, and warm, and safe.

Sarah the naughty, humans point of view
     "Awwwww, poor little thing, all scared and cold in that muddy old ally," I say, mooning over the cat, I don't even care if it enjoyed living in that ally (which it obviously didn't), this little one goes to Heather, and cute little Caitlin. "Oooooh, kitty, my, my are you soft, pretty little thing. Hmmm, let's see what will i call you?" I say to the cat, silly me, It can't hear, i'm merely talking to my self! Just look at it, all soft and warm. Funny thing, it's a bit chubby, "have been eating all of the ally mice? I bet you're the super hero of the block."
     What should I call him? Wait-her-or him? Anyway, we'll see at the clinic! Nancy, Bon-Bon, Snow, Nicholas, what should I call you? Look at those sweet eyes, and adorable smile, you just must be a girl. That's it! You're now Sarah, after that wonderful friend of Heather's Grandma. That's what i'll call you: Sarah.