Artistic-Teens

When I was three years old, I was given a little black kitten. His name was Shadow. He was a gift for Christmas. He had a collar made of bells. My gran owned his little grey sister. I loved him with all I had. I didn't have tea parties with my toys: I had them with my cat. When I was five years old, My black cat's sister had kittens. I wasn't sure what to think of them. When the time came, I got the little tortiseshell kitten. Her name was Pepper. She lived peacefully with her Uncle. When I was ten years old, Shadow got in a fight. He was left with a marshmallow sized dent in his back. He was ok, though. When I was almost eleven years old