31 days of stories: day 18
Hello last 7 days.
Where did you go?
The Story of the my First Kitty
Well, technically, my first kitty was Button.
She was all white.
And hated my guts.
Cause I was a young kid.
And probably didn't handle her very well...
Then when I was 7 or 8 we got Tabitha.
Tabby for short.
She was the dinkiest little grey and white thing.
And cross eyed.
But only at people she didn't like.
Tabby was an indoor/outdoor kitty.
And could jump a mile high.
I also used to push her around in a baby stroller.
And she would let me.
Such a good girl.
She was a horrible mouser.
She would see them in the house
(we did live next to a cornfield, afterall, we had a few mice during harvest...)
and run the other way.
She would cuddle up during tv time.
But preferred Mom's lap to mine.
I remember her best sitting in the sun at the back patio door, looking outside.
She died when I was living in Virginia.
I still miss her.