"Man, it's been really boring around here since Lilly ran away" London meowed as she plopped down on the staircase in the garage. "Well here's an idea" Buddy snarled, "WHY DON'T YOU LEAVE MY GARAGE ALONE!!! I don't want you catting up the place! What are Sam and Shadow (my cousin Samuel's 2 labs) gonna think?!" "I don't think this is your garage, Bud." London answered, "But you've gotta point. Why don't I go live upstairsin the garage attic. You won't even know I'm here." "I wish you weren't here now, but go ahead." Buddy growled as he rested his head on his paws.
When London got upstairs, the first thing she saw was an old Christmas tree- that was allready put together and standing up. "It's heaven in a green, triangle shape!!!" London meowed happily as she leaped onto it, and immediantly got stuck.
A few minutes later, I went into the garage to get Buddy some food, and heard yowling. "Oh Jesus, what did that idiotic cat do now!" I mumbled as I ran upstairs. Apparently, I had ran up to fast, because I had scared London, and she fell downstairs- on top of Buddy. And from that day on, London never got in a tree again.
My Cat and The Christmas Tree
I wrote this story about maybe a year ago around Christmas time about my cat London. Her and her sister, Lilly have ran away so this story is about them. I miss them a lot. This story isn't true, but London did once get stuck in the Christmas tree, she just didn't do what she does in the story! Please rate!Did you like this story? Make one of your own!
