Lindsay

    "Now you be good while I’m gone," Lindsay’s mom said, as she was getting ready to leave. "Bye,’’ She shut the door and left. Angel ran over to the window to see if she was gone. She was. Angel watched the white car drive down the icy road. She sat there a while because sometimes they came home because they had forgot something.

"Hay cinnamon they’re gone" Angel called from down the stairs.

"Are you sure?" Cinnamon called back

"Yep it’s one of those day’s where Lindsay her mom and everyone else go off and leave us"...

"Ok, Ok I don’t want to hear that gibberish all over again".

Angel and cinnamon were both Siamese, but look very different. Cinnamon is a round cat about 19 pounds and as black as night except for her neck it was cinnamon color with some white and blue eyes. Angel is a creamy tan color and blue eyes and so petite she wouldn’t bite you unless you did something to harm her.

"I’m hungry how about you?"

"Ya I’m hungry, lets eat." Cinnamon said.

" Lets take our nap," Angel suggested with her blue eyes closing

"Ok I’m tired to cinnamon said

Angel hopped up on the couch and Cinnamon settled down in her dog bed and they fell asleep and started to dream. A while later they woke up.

"Ahhhhh that was a good nap, Lindsay should be home now cause its 10:00 at night where could they be? I’m starving, and we ate all the food." Cinnamon said, "We will have to find something."

"But what?" Angel said franticly.

"I don’t know we will just have to survive." She said with a worried look on her face

"I’m a survivor I’m not a forgiver I’m not gonna make it I gotta…"

The cats still hungry couldn’t think of anything. Except to eat Lindsay’s fish, but cinnamon knew that wouldn’t work. Cinnamon’s brilliant nose according to her smelt fish. "Lets go," she said racing to the fridge. As soon as they reached the fridge they looked up at the handle.

They knew it was to high to reach so with their noses to the chair they pushed it over. Cinnamon knew she was to big and told Angel to go up. Angel got up on the old green chair she reached for the handle with her black paws stretching as far as they could.

"Angel I’m home, Angel where are you? There you are".

"It was Lindsay Angel looked at the clock it was a dream, no a nightmare Angel thought laughing".

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