Smoky the Cat By: Cliffy

I had a cat named Smokey. I would take Smoky for walks and he would chase dogs and birds. He loved to eat fish. He had gray fur and a little bit of orange. Smoky had nine whiskers. I bought a wind up mouse and a scratching post for him. When he was thirsty, I got him some milk. My cat and I would go outside and sit in the shade. I would find a good stick and tie a piece of yarn to it so Smoky and I could play with it for a little bit. That night when we went to bed, Smoky was fine. When I woke up the next morning, I went to go take Smoky for a walk, but he would not move. It looked like he was sick, but I was not sure. I brought him three more toys. He just sat down and started to shake. I did not know what to do. I told my mom. She said we should take him to the vet, so my sister and I got in the van. Finally, we got to the vet. We had to leave Smoky there for a day. The next day, we went to get Smoky. He was fine and more playful than ever! We went home, and I caught him some fish from the pond by my house, and got him some more toys. But then he ran away and got run over by the mail lady. I will always remember Smoky as a nice little cat.