On my 13th birthday, my dad gave me a kitten. She was beautiful. She had long hair and was very soft. She looked mostly light brown but had a mix of lots of colours in her. She had big green eyes and her name was Johnny.

Johnny was a social cat, when she was outside. In the summer she came inside maybe once a day to eat, then was right back out again within the hour. In winter she grew stir crazy and hissed at everyone in the house, except me.

She was so cool. If you’re a cat person then you understand how cool one can be if their yours. She was, I have to say, the best cat I’ve ever had.

She’s been missing for 4 weeks now. It’s not like her to not be around, and I don’t know what happened to her. I’ve called all the neighbours and my dad even asked someone he knew who does clean up of the roads. She’s gone. I know she’s dead. July 1st was her 8th birthday, but she missed it. I guess this post is just in memory of my Johnny, because I love her so much.