Love

That one day, the day I saw the fluffy cat, or the Maine coon. I liked him when I got used to him. Soon enough, I liked him too much. I loved him.
   It all started when I came down to play with Black Berry. I decided to meet the big cat. His calico friend took a angry glare at me. He hissed, "Back off!" and I didn't. The Maine coon soon stepped forward, and swung his paw at me. I knew it was a warning, but I still stayed. He eventually gave me a lick on the cheek, and mewed, "I like you."
   That word was a dream, but it came true four days later. We loved each other. One day, he got sick. He was gone, and still to this day I don't know where he is. His friend eventually died, so I was left alone. Really alone. No Black Berry to snuggle with, and no cat to hang out with. Now you know about the Maine coon I loved, and a little bit of how I lived there. Thank you for reading my news, called Love.