The Story of Grumpy Cat -First Draft

It was morning when my cat Fluffy meowed a warning for on our porch was a stray cat his fur a tattered mat but his one blue eye spoke to me . . . and my heart broke. Oh, how he growled and hissed too late, for my soul had been kissed and each day "Grumpy Cat" was on my porch waiting yet, I could not catch him and that was very frustrating ! Finally, I was able to catch him and bring him inside my home. He never left. A bath revealed a brown tabby. We developed a bond so deep and meaningful and I have lots of stories to tell. The years passed too quickly and soon Grumpy was a very old cat, feeble and weak, until his last day in my arms and with tears and a kiss I had to let go. I was cold and scared, rejected by the world, shivering on your covered porch; but you did not chase me away but you brought me food, at first I hissed a lot, so you named me Grumpy cat ! Eventually, we shared unconditional love each moment. You cannot save me mommy, I suffer from old age. I love you. Will be waiting at the end of rainbow bridge ! As I draw my last breath I am within your shining love ... First Draft 2012, Been trying to write this since.