Dear ZuZu, I think cats are a very stimulating thing to talk about. I hope you like my poem.
Yesterday I found a cat.
It ran very fast.
Her fur was gold.
She was very old.
The cat was dying,
Made me start crying.
I tried to be helpful.
I was almost successful.
I tried to call a vet,
But things were already set.
Since the cat was dead,
I felt bad in my head.
Later on I buried it in my yard,
But it was too hard.
Once apon a time there was this cat named Holly. She was a calico cat. The reason her name was Holly was because she was born on Christmas morning. She liked to play and goof around until one day her owners found out that she had kidney disease. The vet gave the cat special food for the cat to see if she would get better. But Holly didn't get any better, so they took her to the vet to have her put to sleep. The owners were very sad about the loss of their cat Holly.
