• I moaned as I saw my mom, Gennie, carrying my breakfast in her mouth. Apples again... She feed's me that ever since I said that stupid comment on loving that juicy, blood red apple she bought me. She raised her eyebrow as I stepped away in disgust. "Hey, honey, your breakfast." She purred, and pushed my bowl to my legs. I groaned. "Gennie, I want something else, like a pear." Gennie raised her eyebrow after my sentence, and shrugged. "I thought you'd like this apple, the ripest, juiciest, and bloodiest. Oh, well.." She picked up the food and started trotting away. "MOM!" I called, without thinking. "What, Abbie?" She sighed, hurrying back to me. "I'll take it IF I get a pear tomorrow." She smiled, pushed it back and nodded her head. "Deal."


    Jasmine woke up as usual, cranky, annoying and stubborn. When she looked in her bowl, she smirked. "A peach, Gennie.. Honestly.." She rolled her eyes, and started pigging in. I smiled my kitty smile at her when she looked at me, and she laughed her head off. ( 3nodding ) "Oh my god, Abbie, what was THAT xd ..?" I huffed and started hissing. "It's my cat smile, idiot. Get that plugged into your puny little BRAIN!" I fought back, shoving my hazel eyes into her cyan ones. "Twerp." she whispered so that I could barely hear.

    This got me so mad, my claws starting coming out themselves. "I am NOT a TWERP! You are! ALRIGHT!?" I hissed and scratched her paw. "Ow! Sis, I'm telling!"

    I'm twelve at the moment, and Jasmine's turning fifteen this year. She acts as though she's the queen of the world and she needs the most attention. She licks her fur a hundred times before going on a date, and she does it before shes dressed. So, when she gets dressed, she licks herself all over again and heads out the door, and appears thirty minutes late. She still tells on me, too! stressed

    My mom Gennie was a orange-yellow cat that was fuzzy and smart. She's thirty two and stuff, but she's actually pretty old in cat years.


    My dad is my dad. Too lazy to explain him. I'd probably go on forever. My father passed away a few years ago, when he was working. I was told that somebody had slit his throat and shot him in the heart, leaving the knife in his hands so that it looked like he committed suicide.


    Jasmine went for a walk and begged mom to go, too. So, I, a twelve year old cat, was being babysitted by a forty two year old cow who was short, and had the annoyingest child EVER. Anyways, I sat around for awhile, then turned on T.V when my phone rang. I grabbed it, and looked puzzled as I saw my moms number. "Mom?" I asked, looking at the television. "You won't be seeing her anymore.." a person cackled in vein. "Who are you! What have you done to my mom! TELL ME!" I screamed in horror, quickly putting on my jacket and shoes. "I'm someone you already know.. Abby.. and you don't need to know what was going on.. The process is almost complete.." I rushed outside, jumped into the car and started driving.

    "Alright, you freak. I'm going to ask one more time. Who are you." Suddenly, I heard a phone slam shut. I drove over 110 mph, and reached the forest just in time to find mom, lying on a tree stump, looking like she was asleep. "Mom? Oh, my gosh! Gennie!" I ran over to her, bent on my knees and took her paw. "Mom, are you okay? Tell me if the man hurt you. I want to know who kidnapped you, Gennie." I heard a scream in the distance, and the voice sounded very familiar.

    Jasmine.

    "Mom.. MOM!" I screamed, almost crying. I saw her stomach all red and bloody. "No.. No.. NO!! MOM!!" I sobbed, burrying my paws into my face. "Why..? Why!!!" I heard Jasmine scream again, and stood up. "I'll see you in heaven, mom." I sniffed, and scampered off.
    Did it have to happen today? First my mom, and sooner or later, Jasmine!

    ~To Be Continued..