My Cat

For the past two days, my family and I have been mourning for the third cat my mom had killed, Razak. My dad was real mad at my mom, because he had gotten real close with the cat, and so he swears he would not play with another cat my sister brings home.
It was another typical day. My sister had just brought down the cat to its cage so it could eat and go roaming in the garden. What a mistake. Apparently, my mom was also on her way out, and so she asked my sister to open the gate. My sister, being annoying, then put the cat a few feet away from this, what would seem humongous to a cat, but what would to us, be a car. You then know what happened.
This little furry hairball was hit, my sister screamed but it was too late, and before they knew it, Razak was shaking as if he had a seizure and finally died. His belly was lying upwards, the way he would always be if he had a stomach ache. Thinking about it gives ME a stomach ache. So I think I'll stop here and show you a picture of him. It should be on the top right of this post.