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'''This is a true story about a cat I have seen around my neighborhood, I'm not sure if he has a home or not, I don't think he does, but if he does they don't take care of him very well. He occasionally comes through my backyard and when I see him walking in my neighborhood I pet him, and he seems very friendly. I have considered taking him home with me but, all of my family except for me are allergic to cats. I have taken to calling this orange long haired tom, Charlie. It will be from his point of view, of how I invision he lives like.'''
 
'''This is a true story about a cat I have seen around my neighborhood, I'm not sure if he has a home or not, I don't think he does, but if he does they don't take care of him very well. He occasionally comes through my backyard and when I see him walking in my neighborhood I pet him, and he seems very friendly. I have considered taking him home with me but, all of my family except for me are allergic to cats. I have taken to calling this orange long haired tom, Charlie. It will be from his point of view, of how I invision he lives like.'''
 
 
My belly growled with hunger as I wondered through my Twolegs, den. I walked up to the biggest twoleg who was sitting on the couch and looking at something on a glowing object, and started meowing hoping that he would give me food. He looked down at me and said "What do you want?" I just stared at him. "Come on, cat what do you want!" I started to back up for I could sense the anger in his voice. He picked up a piece of paper, and chased me trying to swat me with it, until he caught up to me and struck me across the face with the paper. I staggered backwards and he hit me again, and again, and again, until I fell to the ground. Then he picked me up and carried me to the door, he opened it then threw me outside, into the poring rain. I lay there cold, wet.... and still very hungry.
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My belly growled with hunger as I wondered through my Twolegs, den. I walked up to the biggest twoleg who was sitting on the couch and looking at something on a glowing object, and started meowing hoping that he would give me food. He looked down at me and said "What do you want?" I just stared at him. "Come on, cat what do you want!" I started to back up for I could sense the anger in his voice. He picked up a piece of paper, and chased me trying to swat me with it, until he caught up to me and struck me across the face with the paper. I staggered backwards and he hit me again, and again, and again, until I fell to the ground. Then he picked me up and carried me to the door, he opened it then threw me outside, into the poring rain. I lay there cold, wet.... and still very hungry. I didn't even bother looking up when I heard a rustling behind me.
 
 
   

Revision as of 03:33, 26 January 2014

This is a fanfiction by Leopardfire Your gonna hear me R O A R 02:18, January 20, 2014 (UTC)

This is a true story about a cat I have seen around my neighborhood, I'm not sure if he has a home or not, I don't think he does, but if he does they don't take care of him very well. He occasionally comes through my backyard and when I see him walking in my neighborhood I pet him, and he seems very friendly. I have considered taking him home with me but, all of my family except for me are allergic to cats. I have taken to calling this orange long haired tom, Charlie. It will be from his point of view, of how I invision he lives like.

My belly growled with hunger as I wondered through my Twolegs, den. I walked up to the biggest twoleg who was sitting on the couch and looking at something on a glowing object, and started meowing hoping that he would give me food. He looked down at me and said "What do you want?" I just stared at him. "Come on, cat what do you want!" I started to back up for I could sense the anger in his voice. He picked up a piece of paper, and chased me trying to swat me with it, until he caught up to me and struck me across the face with the paper. I staggered backwards and he hit me again, and again, and again, until I fell to the ground. Then he picked me up and carried me to the door, he opened it then threw me outside, into the poring rain. I lay there cold, wet.... and still very hungry. I didn't even bother looking up when I heard a rustling behind me.


(TO BE CONTINUED)