Yay I'm so exited!

, Father might be buying us 2 kittens! My father used to have a cat when he was little. I think it was a brown cat... Anyway, she was called Brandy. She was named after one my grandfather's favourite drinks. But one day, Father found out Brandy was pregnant!

! She'd obviously gone off with a stray, but lets not get into detail.

. So finaly, the day came where Brandy had kittens. Aww!

. But if you think the story couldnt get any cuter, think again

! Father had fallen in love with one particular kitten. The little male kitten was named after another one my grandfathers favourite drinks - Whisky. Father and Whisky would never leave each others side. They where the best of friends. Whisky seemed to realy love his mother too

. ahhh! But there always comes that one dark day. Brandy, the fearless, kind mother of a litter of over 10, got hit by a car and died.

. Even worse, Shortly after, Whisky had dissappeared and was never seen again.

. So thats the story of my father and his cats. I almost cried when I heard the story too! Your probobaly thinking 'why is he buying more cats if his hart has been brocken like that it the past?' My answer is: I dont know. Well, I sort of do. We've always had dogs in the past. But my sister, Kaycee has always wanted a cat. Sometimes I feel a bit bad for her. But where we live, there's like a hundred and fifty cats of all kinds down our road. You'd think she's be very happy surrounded by the thing she's always wanted. But there's a problem. The cats dont like Kaycee! We did a test because she didn't believe me. So I went outside alone and sat on the grass in the middle on the front garden while Kaycee watched me from the upstairs window. So I called to the cats in my best cat miow and soon
seven cats bounded towards me. I'm not surprised. I realy did sound just like a cat. realy! It was so cute! They all purred and rubbed their cheeks againct my arm and licked my fingers gently with their rough little tounges. After about 5 minutes the cats ( because it was a hot day ) lay in the shade of the old tree and glanced arond the garden with relaxed, sleepy eyes. I gave them a final thanking look befor I strolled back into the house while my sister passed me along the hall. She slowly creeped into the front garden and sat in the same place as I had and I watched her closely. She miowed. I'm not bieng mean or anything, but I wasn't supprised to see the poor cats look up in alarm and bolt over the fence. She sounded more like a cat bieng stranggled than a cat miowing. So for half an hour she sat there, unmoving, desprately trying to call the cats back. But soon she ran inside with floods of tears. I realy felt sorry for her then. So that afternoon, I called my father. Thats when he told me the story of Whisky and Brandy. And guess what his answer was?

. No. He said no. I asked him why and his reply was: 'I don't want you to suffer the way I did.' . I knew I was beaten. for now... And that was another one of my storys. And so after monthes of nagging, I finaly won the battle. Kaycee wants a black and white girl cat. She dosen't know what she'd name her. I'd love a male orange tabby. I'd call him Mylo.

, Why you ask? For two reasons. 1) It's short for 'my love' 2) named after the star of my favourite youtube series: "Mylo the angry cat" WATCH IT WATCH IT WATCH IT! here's the link:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O-MCXfCaW7g So far, there's part 1 - 72. Anyway, that's it for now. Oh, Also postme the breed, gender and name of your cat. Or, If you dont have a cat, post me wat breed, gender and name of the cat I should get. Thank you so much for reading this. Write again soon!
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