Hope

One cat. One hope. When I was in the adoptions center, I had a calico friend named Cutie. A girl named Lauren Crawford really loved her. Lauren couldn't get her, and Cutie didn't mind. We hung out together, while I watched Black Berry play with my good eye. I soon decided to go out and play with the other cats. A Maine coon didn't really like me. He swatted at me, while he hissed his head off. Not literally. Once I got used to him, and his calico friend, I started to like him.
   I always stayed close to Black Berry, remembering how his father died. It was such a terrible feeling that he got run over by a car. One day, I was sleeping, and when I woke up I noticed Cutie was gone. Then I had my hope that Black Berry was going to stay forever.
   Then, all hope was lost. Black Berry was gone. Forever. Now you know about my hope, my friend, some of the Maine coon I liked, and little bit of how Black Berry's father died. Thank you for reading my news, called Hope.