I myself lost one of the best cats I ever knew. It was a while back, but I sometimes find myself a little sad over the whole thing. My cats' name was Spirit. I think I liked him so much becuase he reminded me of a dog, minus the drool. He never used the literbox, he insisted on being let outside. He'd come when you called for him. He'd kill mice and moles and leave them on our doorstep. My dad would tell Spirit he was feeding the family with the mice he left us as a running joke. Great times. I miss the little guy.
The thing is, he died of unnatural causes. Some guy who had a crush on my sister would always come by the house uninvited like some leech. He was weird too. He'd talk about how fun it was to torture small animals. Anyway, it started creeping us out, so my Dad told him that it'd be best if he didn't come by anymore. Next thing we know, Spirit is gone.
-oddguy
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