Excerpt - The Best Cat in the World When Charlie was a kitten, he had orange fur the color of a Halloween pumpkin and big green eyes that looked like two lucky marbles to keep in your pocket.
But now Charlie was old. His orange fur was full of white patches, and grey clouds floated across his eyes. Charlie used to play with his favorite toy, a ball of red yarn tied to a stick, all the time. But now Charlie was too tired to play. Mostly he just napped on my bed. At night he slept on a special pillow right next to mine. "Who's the best cat in the world?" I asked him after Mom shut the light. Charlie purred a rumbling reply.
One day Charlie didn't get up at all, not even for his supper. We took him to the vet but there was nothing she could do. "I can't make Charlie young again," Dr. Levin said, stroking his head. "I'm sorry, Victor.".
© 2003 Lesléa Newman
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