Fan Fiction ❯ The Cat That Won't Come Back ❯ The Cat That Won't Come Back ( Chapter 1 )

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The Cat That Won't Come Back

Sugar was one of a kind. A half bred siamese with an entergetic attitude. She was always happy to see you. She was the sweetest cat, she was playful, and she gave me my black cat, Blackie. I can't look at her meowing face. Never again to see her light blue eyes. Never going to wake up and see her at the foot of my bed. Why did my baby Sugar have to go? She was mine... I know it's jealous of me... but who wouldn't be? I helped raised her. From since she was born. I didn't have her for two week. Other then that I've had her for all my life.

I found a yellow tabby on the side of the road. She had no hair she was covered from head to two in a disease called mage. It's a parasite that gets under the skin and makes the hair or fur fall out. I picked her up and carried her around the neighborhood asking everyone if this cat was theirs. Everyone said no. Then this woman came up to me with a black trash bag asking me if that cat was mine. I looked up at the lady then to the trash bag quickly I said yes. Even though I was about eleven I knew what she might have done if I said no. Running down the street with this bald cat I finally made it to my father's house. I called my dad and begged him if I could keep her, unforunately he said no. So, I set down the cat and ran into the kitchen of his house crying, I called my mother. Begging her to let me have her. She said yes and picked me up and we took her to my mother's house. That's when we found out that this small hairless cat had the mage. Soon we took her to the vet and fixed her up, but when I held it I was struck with the mage. Yes, we humans could also have it. I got over it quickly. After about half a month this small hairless cat turned out to be a fluffy tabby cat. Then about a month later she was pregnant. We suspect the mage had stuned her growth. She had a litter of four all given away. We were going to have her fixed, yet we didn't know that she could have another litter after her first one were about eight weeks. This time she had a litter of six and I was now twelve and able to take care of them with out my mother's help. This one was Sugar's litter. She had a twin yellow tip siamese, even though Sugar was a grey tip, they were so cute.

They were old enough to be given away. Sugar was the first to go. Then her brothers and sisters. Two weeks go by and I walk out of the woods from across the street to see a grey siamese. I called out to her and she came running. I grabbed her and hugged her. She was my angel. My angel that came home for me. For a year she slept at the foot of my bed and on the self next to my bed. We always slept together. Then she became pregnant and had a litter of five, one wasn't lucky though, so she ended up having four. They were given away and we had an apointment with the vet. We found out she was pregnant yet again. This was Blackie's litter. She was specail then the rest. She loved to be petted, but hated to be held. After her babies were old enough and given away, but Blackie, she started to sleep with me. Her daughter did to. Thirteen I lived in my room which meant I lived with my three girls, Tigerlilly, Sugar, and Blackie. They came when I called, they were like my children, I watched them grow up, I watched them as they had their kids.

Three years with my babies and I couldn't be happier. I'm in highschool, in a relationship, having tons of friends. I come home on a Friday and see Sugar laying in the middle of the floor. I called her silly and picked her up, she only layed on my chest, then I gave her to my sister who was sitting on the recliner. She was acting funky. I thought she was just that tired so I got her back and headed into my room. She was putting her on my bed when I noticed that around her mouth was sticky and that she just layed in a freaky postion. Somethings wrong... I ran out of my room and got my mom. My mom had a worried look. So now I was freaking out asking all these questions. My mom told me to grab her and we we're going to the vet's. After awhile the vet said he would take some blood samples and that we could come back in about thirty minutes and he would tell us what was happening. I was in tears. Why didn't I play sick and come home? I should of been there for her when she needed me most. We came back and he said that her white blood cell count was up as high as 30,000. Her heart rate was three times what it should be. He told me the truth and that she might not make it. So, now I go home and pick up my friend, trying to not cry my eyes out. After picking up my friend we go to the grocery store and my mother sugests that I call my boyfriend. So I do. I said I wouldn't be able to see him tomorrow cause my aunt from Calofornia was coming down. He said he doesn't care. I hung up on him. My tears pouring out of my eyes. That was all I needed to make my day better. Now, it was about 6:30 p.m on January 28, 2005 we call my friend to tell her that we were going to the party. We all three went and came home at 12 am. We slept, but my older friend had to go home. We went to see Sugar at the vets and she was getting better! Rays of light were shining down on her. Finally my cloudy days were getting better. Her white blood cell count was down and her kidneys were down from 9 down to 6. Cat's are usually 3. I nuzzle my head against hers and whisper to her to get better and come home. We leave and drop off my friend that had come with me and we went to my father's which was around 3:30 p.m on Saturday. We were going back at 5. So I couldn't wait. I hung out with my cousins and watched the clock. My mom called and told me she was outside. I ran to her van and jumped in the car with my seatbelt already buckled turning to my mom I said okay lets go and check on... I saw her face... those eyes... her face. I knew what happened. I didn't want it to be true.

We drove to the vets and I banged on the door to let me in since it was closing time and there was someone there. They let me in and warned me that they don't close their eyes when they pass away. I didn't care I wanted to see her. I wanted to see my baby. They took me to the back and handed me a plastic bucket. Inside was a clay pawprint and at the bottom said Sugar. I looked over at the silver table and saw my little girl wrapped up in a blanket. My mother already grabbed her before I could. I walked out to the car and opened the door. My mother asked me if I wanted to hold her or if she wanted to put her in the back. I said I wanted to hold her. I held onto her lifeless body. It was still warm. I stared down at her and told my self, her ear will twitch I know it! She'll look up at me with those baby blue eyes and meow. I leaned over and cried on her. To most people they would think that this would be disgusting, but they don't understand. She was mine.. she was my baby... she was my little girl. We got out of the car and went inside as my mother headed outback to get the shovel. I leaned against the sink and crouched down with Sugar still in my arms. Whispering to her. Wake up.. come up wake up. My mother came walking by with the shovel. We went to the side of the house and she started to dig. I continued to think. She'll wake up I know it! She's faking.... My mother was done. I fell to my knees and placed her in the hole. I sat on my knees crying my eyes out. I walked in my room and everyone that lived with me ws crying for me! I didn't want them to cry for me! Sugar was dead! Don't feel pity on me!

That day I lost my baby, my little girl, my Sugar. Never will I be able to see her walk into my room. Never will I see her sleeping at the foot of my bed. Never hear her sweet meow. Never able to pet her soft and smooth fur. She'll never jump on my stomach in the morning. Never will she be with me. She'll never... come back...