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"Ta ta ta ta, come here kitty, kitty!"I cooed for my kitten to come to me. He came sprinting across the floor with his furry little paws sliding on the hardwood. I was lying on the top bunk with a broom hanging over the edge. This was how I got my kitty into bed with me. He climbed up the broom and onto my bed with me every night to sleep with me. He started his climb up and on the way clawed my arm so hard I started gushing blood. I slapped him away cursing him as he ran out of my room. "Great this is going to be friggen infected! Stupid ass cat!"
"I wish you would have bought some chips or something. I'm tired of having nothing in this stupid house!" My brother exclaimed.
"Yeah, well get a job and buy your own food!" My mom yelled back. I was just staring out the window waiting for this car ride to be over already. I hate riding in the backseat. It's not even fair that Matt gets to ride in the front. I'm older, why should he get to. Just as my mind started to get heated up I heard my mom scream. "Oh my god! Close your eyes, kids!"
"What? What's going on?" I yelled to her.
"It's the kitten, he's... he's been run over."
On one of the others I didn't think you could end it with the forgot-to-take-a-pill. Here the ending is okay but we need a link between being pissed at the cat and potentially feeling upset that he was dead. If you were just coming back from a week's stay in the hospital due to cat scratch fever, maybe you were glad the little stupid ass got himself run over! I'm guessing that's not the way it was, but there's nothing in the middle to help us know if you still loved the kitty or were just as glad to see him dead.
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