by VICTORIA
When I was little I had a cat named Tony. He always ate well when he was with me he did and when Tony didn’t want to eat I’d put him in the microwave well I’d try to. When Tony wanted to play he came to me, well I made him. Tony ran away after like the fifth time I tried to put him in the microwave and turn him into pizza. Tony was tan like the crust and his paws were red like pepperonis so was his eyes from no sleep, but that was Tony. He liked playing with me well not so much. Tony was jaded and I was vexed the way Tony looked like pizza & I was thinking Tony need some heat so what the heck. After Tony ran away and came back I thought he like the way I treated him so I kept doing it until Tony acted weird one way after no sleep. Being in the freezer, going in the microwave, forced fed, getting kicked off the porch & finally running away he died. After he passed I didn’t eat pizza because the way it looked, smelled, how people held it reminded me about Tony.
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