Before, I didn't have a cat, but a human cat, only he couldn't speak...

Even if the boy cries, I absolutely believe him...

When my mother was in the park one day, she found a cat in there. The Lna accepted him and named him Thomas. Thomas was very good, perfect! When I was born, he always ran away from me to avoid trouble. My mother told me about these stories because I don't remember my childhood. Thomas was very fat, but not like Tosha: everything went from here in 5 days, and was very neat. By 2019, by the beginning of summer, the troubles began abruptly. Thomas started making death signs... Mom and Dad made sure he didn't eat anything... One sunny afternoon, when Thomas was in our backyard, Dad went to check on him to see if he was still alive. Thomas was dead. He wasn't breathing, and stupid flies were flying around him. My mother began to cry, I calmed her down, and I almost poured out a bucket of tears myself... A few days later, Mom and Dad arrived at the cottage to leave Thomas. They put it in a box and buried it under the trees... When I wrote this story, I wanted to cry like Willow...

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