I heard James yell "Shut up stupid cat!".
He picked something up and came outside, later I realized it was a gun.
He shot the kitten.
Blood drained out of her. Her eyes filled with fear and so did mine. The kitten whined for about 6 seconds and then closed her eyes.
She was dead.
I will never forget those 6 seconds and I will never forgive my owners.
After a couple hours of staring down at her small dead body with grief, anger and sadness, I put her in the bush I found her by carrying her by the scruff.
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The next day, when I woke up I heard whining coming from the bush.
Was the kitten alive?! How?!
But the cat that came out of the bush wasn't the small kitten, it was a grown up cat. Disappointment washed over me.
Was that it's mom?
I guess it was whining because the kitten was dead...
Where was she a couple days ago when the kitten needed her?!
If she was there the kitten would still be alive! I was about to bark at her angrily when I realized she only had three legs.
Was that why she didn't come?
I decided to leave the cat alone. I missed that kitten a lot and I bet that cat did too.
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AdventureThere is more to a dog then meets the eye. Because every dog has a story. The same way you have a story. So never look at a dog and think that their life has been, being born and then adopted because most likely there is so much more to it... Chocol...
