I can still remember catching frogs and going swimming at our campground when I was young. But the memory I remember most is when my brother found the tiny kitten under the dumpster. If he wouldn't of found that cat it would of died by the end of that night. I remember my brother bringing the cat back to our campsite and we gave it milk and made him a little cardboard house and put hay in it for him. He was the cutest little kitten I have ever seen but he didn’t stay that way for long. We ended up naming the cute little kitten after the park and we brought him home for the winter because he wouldn’t make it out there alone. The Kitten grew up fast and wasn’t as cute as he once was. He was never very good at using a litter box so we had to make him an outdoor cat. I remember he ran away a lot when he was younger but as his years passed he stopped chasing mice into the cornfield and started sticking around the house and waiting for his meals. One day when our kitten was returning from a 4 to 5 day expedition in the woods he brought back a cat with very similar colors to his own and we named him Sunny.
Our kitty was a great cat but I wasn’t really sad when I heard that he passed away last night in the prime of the winter. I guess he wanted to go on one last adventure but he didn’t quite make it home. I think that our kitty lived a full life and enjoyed his time spent chasing rats and wondering aimlessly through the cornfield behind our house. I learned a lot over the years from our cat. The first thing I learned was that good things never last. As kitten grew older he didn’t keep his same kitten attitude and stopped being as playful. When kitten ran away I learned that if you love something you have to let it go. When kitten died last night I learned that we all only have so long on this world and we have to make the most of it.
This is not my kitten but he looks almost identical. Sorry if I bummed you guys out :/
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