Goob-Bye Zoe

On one fine afternoon in March, a kind little kitty came upon me. I had peaked out the back door because my eye had caught a glance of small movement. And that's when I saw it. I figured it was a timid cat who would run away if you came too close. But I still went to the back to see the cat. I grabbed a scoop of cat food and laid some on the ground in front of me. It appeared that the little kitten wandered about in the backyard of our house. The little kitten walked toward me as I kneeled to the ground. It rubbed its head on my leg and without notice it fell sideways onto my foot. I then noticed a collar around its neck. It had a pink name tag in the shape of a heart. Her name was Zoe, Zoe without a "Y". I then saw a phone number on the tag. Obviously, the young kitten belonged to someone. But who? I later showed my parents to the newest member of the family. Zoe was the friendliest cat in the whole world. But it wasn't long until we discovered that Zoe was pregnant. Well, I discovered it. No one really believed me when I told them she was. We later let Zoe come into the garage whenever she felt like it. She meowed so much and always caused some kind of mischief. If anyone had left the door open she would run into the house. But little did Zoe know that we had another cat living in the house already. They would always get into fights, but of course Zoe would win because my cat doesn't have front claws. Weeks had passed and Zoe was getting a little bigger from her pregnancy. It wasn't until Sunday, April 13 that no one could ever say she wasn't pregnant. I woke up that morning to go to church. Like always, I would check Zoe to see if she was okay. My parents always made Zoe go outside at night, but for some reason I felt the need to let her in the garage that evening. So when I went into the garage to check on Zoe, I couldn't find her. I searched and searched. I knew she couldn't have gone anywhere. I then looked at these shelves on the right side of the garage and there she was. I called her once. She didn't come. I called her once again. Still, she did not come to me. That's when I started to think something. I walked over to where she was laying and yes I was right. She had had kittens during the night. She had four little kittens. There was this black cat that always came around, so I always assumed he was the father. We didn't like that cat coming around. We had called the owner of Zoe, but there was no answer. A week had gone by and I was taking care of Zoe and her kittens. On a Sunday afternoon, there's a knock on the door. My mom answers it and it's the owner of Zoe. We let her in the garage to see Zoe and her kittens. The woman had two younger boys, both 7 years of age. They had come to take Zoe and her kittens home. I wasn't too bummed, but then I saw the way the two boys were handling the kittens. They were picking them up as if they were action figures. They were forcing the kittens to drink Zoe's milk. I was ready to yell at those kids. But soon, they had taken Zoe to their van. Immediately, when they put Zoe in their car, she ran back to our house and into our backyard as if she didn't want to go. And that was probably the reason why. But they got her back and now she's gone forever. It's different around house now. I use to go in the garage ready for a greeting from a cat. The spot where she laid is now just a spot. Zoe was the best cat in the whole world.