by Author Unknown
Hi, this story is not very long, because this was a kitten.
Im going to tell a sad story about a kitten that died.
It was August 10,2001 and carmella started to bleed. She was nervous, not knowing what would happen, it was her first time as a mother. My mom got a big box and put it in the front porch. Mommy put alot of comftorable blankets in the box. After we set up the box we put carmella in it. She did not know what to do. Her first kitten went out gasping for air, carmella did not know what to do. When carmella's second kitten was born her instinct taught her to lick the kittens so she did what her instincs told her to. When her last kitten came (That was the runt) it seemed fine. The next day carmella moved her kittens in my mothers closet. Mom was alittle upset, but she did not move them. The reason that she moved is because she did not like it when we kept visiting her. She moved a couple of times. She moved into my closet and then back to mom's, we slowed down the visiting and she stopped moving. Weeks past and one day, I woke up, went downstairs in the kitchen to say hello to my mother, and asked prairie (My sister) what was happening and prairie said pinkachu, (What prairie called the runt) died. I shuddered at the thought, and cried. Carmella's baby, was gone. It's eyes were still closed, God never gave it a chance to look at its mother, and the world. That is the story of the kitten that died.