“What happened to Tuxedo?” I say when I find the door open. I knew someone or something was missing because the air was empty of feeling and the sound of his annoying bell on his olive green collar was gone, snatched by the soundless air.
I started to look around my house and 30 minutes later we still can’t find him. The house started to fill with the insanity of panic. All the lazy cats were sleeping on the couch, snoring like a cannon. But Tuxedo is the only one left.
My mind froze and I froze I neither could move nor do anything at all. My body wouldn’t even dare to move, not even one muscle. And there right in front of me. I started to cry, crystal clear tears dripping down my rosy red cheek and I realized how much Tuxedo meant to me, he was my best friend as a beautiful black and white cat, his coat always gleamed in the sun and his belly looked if he was wearing a white tie and a pocket to the side the rest of his fur was black. I knew we should have been more carful.

And at that moment, I realize to never to leave something open, especially when you have seven pets. I know it is hard to see something die right in front of your raw eyes. But from this mistake, I learned to always check again if something is closed and to keep your eyes on something as sly as a cat. Now you know to be more careful, out there in the wonderous but dangerous world.