Cheshire sat on my chair his red-brown eyes glowing as he clawed my chair. I crept closer and something told me he was about to attack but I still reached out to pet my new cat that Aunty grace gave to me, Grace warned me that Cheshire gets crazy if you pet him, but he’s so fuzzy, it’s hard to resist.
I know exactly why his name is Cheshire. He disappears casually and appears at the most awkward times, at the most awkward places, like when you’re going to the bathroom just doing your business and your door opens and he stares when you don’t want him to. He is creepy!
I hadn’t even touched Cheshire but he attacks my face and mum walks in and screams at the sight of blood dripping down my cheek, pain shot into my wound, and just as it was beginning to feel better, Cheshire scratched me in the exact same spot leaping off the chair and vanishing into the kitchen.
Mum treated my cheek and locked Cheshire in the garage for the night, only to find in the morning that there were scratches all over my mums sports car. Poop. Cheshire had not just scratched the car, but he made a hole in the garage door from how he escaped. I told mum what he’d done and she fainted, right at the second she hit the floor Cheshire walked in and did a small evil kitty smile.
My parents had a family meeting at lunch, by family I mean: dad, mum, Shanelle, my big sister, me, Harry, my little brother and Cheshire locked in his evil-proof kitty cage. “Ok, first things first! Cheshire has destroyed your mothers car, made a big hole in the garage door and scratched Libby! Who agrees we should send him back to Aunty Grace?” Said Dad, All of us, but Shanelle raised their hands, “Shanny! Why can’t you agree?!” I yelled, “Because, he’s cute and kind to me!” Shanelle said, she was about to pet Cheshire through the cage but I stepped in to save my sister, “Shanny, don’t touch him! You see my face, yeah it hurts!” Shanelle rolled her eyes and sat back into her chair.
The next morning, Cheshire was missing, but he left a trail of stinky sardines for us so we don’t get lost, we followed the trail to the tree at my best friend’s place with the words ‘keep me’ scratched into the bark, mum fainted again, so we went home, and could you guess who was eating our couch? Yep, the devil cat. “Grrrrrr! You know what?! I’m going to drive over to the pet shop right now and give someone a taste of Cheshire!” Dad shoved Cheshire into his box and drove off to the pet store to sell my evil cat. Actually I wonder what fun dogs are?