First day, neighbors found you in their backyard. Raining, pouring, drizzling. Whatever you call it. A ring from the doorbell. Wonder who it is? It's Ashley. Holding a black and white kitten, fur looks so soft. Mommy put a blanket in the box. We bathed you. You had tons of fleas. You and me went to bed together. Second day, I woke up you were purring. I took you to the living room with me. Went to Ashley's house to play. You were sleeping when I came back. Third day, sadness. That was the only word I could use to describe that day. The kitty died from a sickness. I have been crying ever since.