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Once upon a time, there was a wise, 

adventurous, conniving, and gangster-like 

cat. His name was Puss. He was smart and 

physically capable of nearly anything. He 

was an amazing friend, but he ruined my 

life forever and I will always regret not 

letting him know he was my friend before 

the bad actions occurred. This is my story 

on what happened in our friendship. I am 

the mayor of Seattle, WA. This is where the 

real story all happened.

I was sitting in my apartment with cops on 

guards, there’s a 24/7 watch on me. They buzzed 

in and said I had a visitor, so I let them in. It was 

a small, brownish cat with a pair of boots, a hat 

on sideways, a gold chain on, a wife beater on, 

sun glasses, and a backpack. He metioned “Yo g, 

I got you a lil’ something that represents a thanks 

for all you’ve done for us.” 

He handed over his backpack. I reached for it 

while replying “Thank you. It’s only proper to 

return a gift to a gentleman such as yourself.” 

I opened his bag and inside it contained a; 

$15.00 gift card to Starbucks, $50.00 gift card 

to Walmart, and a $25.00 gift card to Sports 

Authority. I thanked him and signaled the 

policemen to return a gift. They brought him 

two VIP passes to a concert staring Eminem 

and MGK (Machine Gun Kelly).

“Awe man, that’s mighty kind of you!” he 

screamed.

“Anything for a friend,” I rejoiced.

“Yeah g, hommies for life!” he gulped.

“For life,” I explained.

My daughter walked in wearing a blue skirt, a 

t-shirt with Lynard Skynard on the front, and 

her hair in a braid going to the side. She began 

to say “Father, where is my—,” and then I cut 

in

“Honey, meet Mr.…?” I signaled for the cat’ name.

“Call me Puss,” told the cat.

“I’d like you to meet our new friend, Mr. Puss,” I 

smirked towards my daughter.

“Hello Mr. Puss, my name is Sabrina,” my daughter 

explained.

“Hey honey, glad to meet a beautiful girl like you,” Puss 

replied winking, “well, I got to go and bring my Honda 

back to the shop. The clutch got warn out due to all the 

races,” Puss remarked laughing.

“Thank you for stopping by, and please come 

again,” I acknowledged. So he went home and 

my daughter went back to her laptop. I shut 

off the lights and went to bed.

For two-three months, Puss came back with more 

gifts. It was soon becoming an everyday thing. For 

the last month and a half, the gifts started going 

towards Sabrina instead of me. I didn’t think much 

of it. I just thought he ran out of ideas on what to 

get me. He started getting her tickets to concerts 

with her favorite bands in it, I don’t have a clue on 

how he knew the band’s name, and dinner for two. 

One day we were going to go to the highway to 

pick up trash for the community, Puss knew about 

it too. He buzzed in and I greeted him at the door.

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