Get Rid Of Coco

                    
            I heard the girl with the clear glasses do that thing means come; I turn around, and she is there, standing in  her abaya with the grey horizontal stripes. I run over to her and meow, hoping she has food. I also want some love. She does that thing when she  puts her hands on my cheeks and says, "Oh you're just so cute." She makes me feel like a baby, which I probably am to her. She has known me since I still had baby teeth.

          She sits down on the edge of the building. Which sticks out like a bench on the ground. I put my head between her legs. I like it there, she tells me about what happened yesterday in the book fair , I don't really don't care, but I still listen "blah blah blah blablah and blah blah" finally she puts down some food for me and I start munching away, then from around the corner comes that new cat, all fluffed up and clean with his black and brown splotches covering his white coating and his mustard eyes watching the girl, he sprints over to me and slaps  me across the face. It hurts, Glasses girl says "NO," and she tells the cat with a giggle in her voice. " Go away; Mishmish is my friend."

          She leads me away from that annoying beast , and I sit beside her. I sniff her bag, its really nice but not my type because I'm a boy, and I don't do golden bows on shiny black "I don't like that cat" she tells me. " I can see evil in his eyes, and plus he like slapped you" with a giggle she finishes, "I shall not take that kind of behavior!"


         Her friend walks by; she's a scardey  cat- and her baby sister with the bitable cheeks, who doesn't do the meow correctly. Glasses girl gets up and walks  over to her and they start talking I twitch my ears to hear what they are saying. they are talking about the other cat, they call it Coco " I don't like her; I want her to go away" Glasses girl say s in Arabic. After a minute or so , she turns and waves at me, then they walk away she doesn't call for me, so I guess she doesn't want me to come along.

         I walk over to splotch cat and say, " Hi " he rolls his eyes and spits, "since you and your master don't like me, you should go and find your own place." I'm not the fighter cat; I'm more of the wide-eyed sweet type. But this cruel cat has turned on my switch I say " First of all, she isn't my master, second of all, ive been coming to this spot way before you got kicked out of  your master's house."
He stands up and walks towards me. I really want to back away, but I stand firmly on the concreate sidewalk. "Is that so." Splotch sneers. " Well, then go find a new place," he finishes.

         "Oh boy" I thought " I don't wanna do this" I mumbled as I started to turn around. I quickly spun around and slashed his throat. I flicked the blood of my claw, " good thing I sharpened them yesterday," I thought with a smile.
           The boy who comes and feeds him and sometimes me stood there in shock, his hazel eyes and mouth wide open. I walked away with my tail held high.

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                             The next week when glasses girl comes to feed me she says," Lately I haven't seen Coco. I wonder what happened to her?" I gave her a soft meow and an " I don't know what you are talking about?" look.


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