One hot summer day a tiny gray cat came wondering up to my door. He was no kiten just very skinny. So we would set food out for him and he came back every night. My mom was allergect so we could not bring him in but he did start living in our garage. We made him a bed and I would sit with him for hours and talk and pet him. He gradualy got very big. He got in fights with other neighborhood cats he ran then all out! He was top cat. Then I named him Kat, Kat was my baby. I was the only one who could hold him like a baby. Then after we had had him for wo years one Christmas day I notcied he was gone. I had not seen him for about a week but this happend often. A few days passed and no sign of him. Then weeks turned into months and no Kat. I only wish I could have said goodbye to my baby befor he ran away I wish also that I knew what happend to him. I miss him so much and I dont think anything will ever heal my pain. I loved him so so very much.Will I ever feel better?