Dear Kirsten the cat,

I wish you could have lived longer. You were only a kitten when you died. I remember when you would bat at Percy’s head every time he would walk by you. I also remember how you would fall asleep in my lap. You were a funny cat.

You would run up to the fire and when you got to where the sparks almost touched you, you would lay down and warm up. Remember when we thought you were a girl but you were actually a boy?

I will always love you.

From,

Nolan, age 8