Memoir for My Cat Fatty.

     I had a cat named Fatty. She was ,as the name could lead you to believe, fat. We got her when she was 5 years old. When my family and I went to go pick her up the old lady could barely bring her out.

     A lot of my family was built around that cat. it was really hard to accept the fact that she was dead. I had just finished hockey practice and had gotten into my step-dad's truck we had just started driving away when Paul looked at me and said, "I am sorry Fatty is dead. She was hit by a car...".
    I just couldn't believe it... Time seemed to be frozen in place. I didn't know what to do. When I got home everyone appeared to be crying. I still felt as if I was in a daze. I couldn't believe that Fatty the cat that had survived 2 dogs, moving to another state, and stuck in a trunk for a couple of days... had been killed by a car.
     The next couple of days at an agonizingly slow rate. Yet I still went to school and acted mostly normal. though I knew my family was never going to get another cat because we would wish for everything that Fatty was. And that was not possible find in any other cat...

Introduction

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    You can guess my name from the title. I am another person on this earth who is trying to make through with the least problems. I love to play hockey. I can play bass, bass guitar, and guitar. My favorite bands are For All Those Sleeping, 30 Seconds to Mars, Green Day, Bullet for my Valentine, Escape the Fate, and Alex Band. I love Taylor Swift and Hayley Williams. And thats all you really need to know about me!