Chloe

I once had a cat called Chloe. She was black and white and ever so small and frail. She use to sleep in my bed, under the top layer or covers in winter and wouldn't purr until mum had said good night to me and turned out my light and shut my door, less she be detected and turfed outside in the cold. Chloe was not fond of very many people other than me, I liked this the best out of all her wonderful qualities.

When we moved house, she didn't like that so much so decided to move back to where we once lived. This made me sad, but our neighbours took good care of her, and they became her pets.

Also when we moved house, I met a new Chloe, a human Chloe. A wonderful Chloe who I adore just as much as my little Chloe cat. I'm not sure I ever told human Chloe that I have a cat Chloe before I met her...

Today I miss my cat Chloe and my human Chloe a little more than usual!