31 days of stories: day 18

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.

Teeny Tiny.

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.

Big baby.

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.