Cat storytime!
One day, I, as a 3 year old toddler, I am nine now, almost ten, was given a cat. About three months after it was given to us, we had to move to a hotel because our house was falling apart. There were no pets allowed there in the hotel. Our dog already died from being ran over in such a small neighborhood. We moved in and got used to being in the hotel. Two weeks in, we cried because we wanted to see our cat again. We hopped into our car, and went back to the neighborhood in Iowa. We saw our cat, but not the way we expected it. It was tortured to death, then was hanged on a rope on a tree close to where our house was. It was already gone. The pic to the right is what she looked like.