“Kitty is pretty,” said Rose. She was the youngest child of the family and had an ineffable love for this superb cat. They had the orange tabby cat for 19 years, though they usually live for 15. The family thought nothing of this, until one strange day…dun dun dun…

The cat, Mr. Whiskers, went outside and walked across the street, unaware of the car coming by. Emily, the oldest child, shouted, “MR.

WHISKERS!!” Their brother, Boberty (?), raced outside and wished he could do anything to save Mr. Whiskers. The car was coming too fast, and the cat disappeared…OoOoOhHh…

The next morning, Mr. Whiskers was playing with his kitty cat toys when everyone woke 🆙

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Mr. Whiskers couldn’t die. It was like he was immortal (wink wink). This was a joke in the Jones household. The mother, Sarah Jones was the granddaughter of Rose, and she had inherited the kitty cat.

Mr. Whiskers missed his old family, and he missed the Jones when they passed, too.

The cycle would never end, but Mr. Whiskers came to understand that this was the way it would be. Family after another, he would meet new people and remember old ones.