User talk:Jewel14

I have had a Maine Coon since I was in Kindergarden, she is still with me in the year 2005. I got her after my parents got Devoirsed. And she has changed my life!

I found her one day, at my old baby sitter's house. And they were going to bring it to the pound, and I didn't want that. Everybody kept telling me that I shouldn't touch it, I sholdn't bring her home and all of this other junk. But my mom brought her home with us. She loved it.

She has had many litters of kittens. And we kept three kittens out of, the 6-7 litter. The oldest one was Baby Luv, the one eyed cat, who was a luver. He died, but no pain. And the other two were her daughter's children. Their names were Bob and Digger. Digger ran away around Valentines day last year (2004)=( But I will tell you some "intresting storie" them stinkers did!

My old dog Rusty dies when he was 14 years, was staying with my mom and Brother, Johnathon. Because my dad was moving, what's new?? We lived in 15 different beautiful houses, and I am only 13! Nxt Paragraph Pleases

My mom was baking corn bread muffins, and took them out of the pan, to cool them off. (the cats always fight any time we look at them, but behind our backs they snuggle.) Digger jumpped on the counter and bob distracted us by atacking the rug. Digger smacked two muffins off the counter, bob and Rusty were chowing. Digger had like 3 muffins.... I thought he was a maine Coon, not a Pig!!