This is a story about my cat. I hope you enjoy....

Ever since the day I saw him, I fell in love with the small, tuxedo cat. The way he llooked at me, with a sense of happiness, but some hatred. I could understand that. I tried to dress him up and play with him.I would have hated that too. But, he still came into my room, and fell asleep beside me, and purred. If he wasn't beside me, he was on my face. I still loved him though. A while after we moved, my little sister came along. My cat tried to love her, and  stayed patient with her. But he was put out of the house, because we though he would harm her. He would sit at the edge of her crib at night, and look down at her. We would often find them cuddled together in the morning. Then my little brother came. My cat got more anit-social and wary of their grabbing hands and clawing fingers. He would still keep watch over them. He still loved him. Years passed, and he was still as frisky as a kitten. He would battle off the feral cats in our alley, even though he only had claws on his back legs. He would sit with us at dinner, or under the table, waiting for something to munch on. I would always slip something under the table for him, if my dog didn't get it. He was patient with my dog and the rest of my family, even though most of us weren't all that patient with him.

I could see our first meeting in his eyes. I had been playing away with my DS, and my mother had walked in. She was holding a black and white tuxedo cat. And we were the best of friends ever since.

But, coming lately, he didn't seem as...energetic. He would barely eat. He would let my dog nudge him, without doing anything. He looked horrible. I would sit outside with him and my mom, and he would stare up at the moon, and lay silently.My mom said he was getting old, but I though it was just a phase.

A few weeks later, came today. I layed next to him, on the floor, and stared into his eyes. The once shimmering emerald eyes turned into dull, lifeless green ones.His fur had became matted, and you could see his ribs. I patted his head, and it seemed he smiled, a small, weak smile. I went to my room, and sorted through the pictures I had of him. About an hour lated, I walked back into the living room, to find him....gone. I asked my grandmother where he was and she gave a small frown, and sighed. " I called the pound, because his breathing was getting lighter, and slower. He's...gone."

Today, my lovable, ninja cat died. And I miss him, and probably will forever.I never had the chane to say goodbye, but he is in a better place. My keyboard is stained with my tears, and I can barely see right now. Rest in peace, my fat cat.

@Alice: Thanks, I really appreciate it. If you want more like this, search in the next few pages and fine 'The Smile That Never Came"

 @Truly: It was actually a cute story. I named his family after solar system objects. His broth and sister were Comet and Star. His father was Solar, and his mother was Luna. :) I think thats why he looks up at the moon.

@Kupa, thanks. It was tragic for me. And especially going to sleep without a large cat on your face. That was sad, so I made my dog do it...