Our bundle of Joy, er bundle of George.

Well, my grandparents went out for the day, and my sister and I wee just coming back from school. My grandma met us halfway home, and said that they had gotten a kitten while we were at school. So we ran all the way home(two minute walk) and we ran into the Livingroom. My grandma said that the small, fluffy kitten in the basket was a girl. 'She' was really shy, and whenever we wen in the room, 'she' wound hide under the couch. A few days later, my sister and I were at our moms house, when the phone rang. I ran to go an answer it, and it was my grandma announcing that the kitten that she had named 'Joy' (unfortunate name, I know), was actually a boy. I was surprised, and ran to my sister to tell her. My grandma asked if we should call him Buster, or George, and my sister and I immediately agreed to George. Then sadly, four years later, in early October 2013, George ran away, never to be seen again. We still don't know what happened, and we miss him so much. Hopefully, your cats will never leave you, because the worst thing for me, is not knowing how he died.