My Name is Bella Kitty
Well, in the beginning I actually did not have a name
I was very young, not a kitten but not very old
and missed my mom so much
was scared of the cars, was hungry and lost
I was wandering a street crying and looking for her
night came and I hid under a bush
in the morning I crawled out and was crying
a lady approached and picked me up
I twisted this way and that trying to get away
but she was strong
she took me to her house and gave me food
I was so afraid but so hungry
and I heard her say . . . we cannot keep it
the next thing I know she put me in a box
and we were moving (in a car)
she took me to a home, knock, knock
Inside the box was opened and I saw a girl
she had long hair and kind eyes
and she smoothed my fur and said I was pretty
do you want her ... YES, of course
so I had a home now ....
a wonderful home full of love and cat toys
just for me
and she gives me treats and good food
I have a new mom and I love her so much
she gave me the name Bella and I like it
when I am scared . . .
I run under her bed and she said that is okay
she gave me a soft, fuzzy bed that I knead
and drool on (that makes her laugh)
I wait for her at the door and meow loudly
cuddle up when we watch TV
and snuggle when we go to bed
life is good
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