Wild and Mean Rusty

I wouldn't take in any cats that scratch and fret, even if they gave me them for free and begged; wild and mean Rusty was my first and only cat: I hated when his flaming red hair started to shed. Man crazy things he did when he was left unattended, he scratched my couch and torn my leopard pillows; he made me scream, but he looked at me and meowed in self-pity and tried to climb my leg with his paws. The worst thing he has ever done that really made me go mad: was when he knocked down my pretty Christmas Tree and started to run; all the golden baubles and musical bells fell off its branches and shattered, I caught him with swift hands and held him until he calmed down. The carpet was the scene of a mess, shattered glass on the wrapped toys, he stood on his legs shaking and quietly stared at me with very soft eyes: apoligizing for his bad behavior, for the first time he seemed a different cat; I picked him up with immense tenderness forgetting he had been such a brat.