The first day I met Marcel was 4 years ago, he was so little and so cute.
I told my girlfriend she was crazy for getting a cat. She was one of my my best friends and never seem to me like a cat person. Neither was I.
During the first few months, I stayed away from Marcel, but he was really playful and he would crawl on my lap whenever I visit. I chased him off.
One time he peed in my bag while we were getting him to do his business in the potty section of the house. I was mad.
Then he gets to have the best meal in the house even when we hungry...
Now I was sure my friend had gone crazy.
We became friends when I noticed he would leave his pillow bed in the middle of the night and snuggle beside me- lol, lil creature, I don't even like you.
And even though I chase him to his corner when I wake up, he will be back beside me in the morning.
Marcel was sweet and very curious. He went through every inch of the house when we leave home. And he would climb the window to look out for .....He goes "meow meow" when he sees us.
He was very neat too. We made a disposable sand box for him to pee or poo. And when there's no other parts for him to dig to poo, he circles round the box to tell us it was time to change the sand.
Marcel had always been indoor since he was little. It was a year and the half and and we were trying to make him go outside. But he didn't like it.
We should have listen.
When my friend decided to go on him with the tough training by locking him out of the house for an hour, that was the last time we saw him.
We lost Marcel.
I still think he was stolen, cause he would never had wonder off.🤕!
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Prompt: lost cat
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