Her name was Kitty

I have a black cat named Kitty. Mt cat Kitty, was rescued from a dangerous, dark, wet night, and adopted in a home that gave it warmth and love. We love Kitty a great deal, yet Kitty does not care much about us. Like any other ordinary cat, Kitty enjoys being stroked and held in our arms. Other than that Kitty has no interest in life except eating her food and sleeping in her basket.

Kitty’s a hustler who will only love you and rub up against you, when you are preparing her food, or when you are busy with food. Once Kitty has been fed, she walks away and gives herself a good wash, before she’s into her basket, to her nap. Kitty really has a good life. All she does is lie in the sun, watch out for action, and catch a bird which is once in a blue moon when she does catch a bird she is so proud of her trophy, that she purrs at the top of her voice to get into the house, to show off her achievement. Kitty and our dog are best friends, so I can safely say that not all cats and dogs fight. Kitty is an extremely intelligent cat that can hold a conversation with us. If ask Kitty how she is, or great her at any time she will meow. I sometimes wonder of all black cats are like Salem from Sabrina.

I love Kitty to bits even though she has her moments, although she uses our home as the holiday Inn, she has a special place in our hearts, and we know she feels the same about us.