By MT (14 years old)
I have always longed for a cat since I was five. My dream came true when Father brought me along to a pet shop last year. The pet shop owner had several kittens for sale but only a brown kitten looked up at me with its bright, curious black eyes. I knew straightaway that it belonged to me and we were meant to be together.
I named it Cutie at first but changed it to Scratchie three days later. Scratchie has long, sharp claws and she loves to use them to scratch. Father’s favourite leather shoes quickly became Scratchie’s outlet for her constant need to scratch. They were soon beyond rescue so he grudgingly gave up on the ownership of that pair of shoes over to a small contented feline.
Scratchie and I have a lot of fun together. When I roll a ball, she runs after it. I particularly enjoy teasing her with a piece of nylon string. She trails after it relentlessly until she catches it. Like all cats, she loves it when I stroke her behind her ears. She shows it by letting out loud contented purrs. So why have dolls when you can have a live pet that responds to your loving?