I was in the kitchen and there was a knock at the door. “Have you seen Timothy?” Asked the boy who lives a few houses down the street. “No not today, he was looking through my kitchen window about tea time last night, is he missing?” The little boy said yes, I went to look in the garden with the boy, everyone comes looking for their cat in my garden, cats meet in there, I saw some cats I don’t know the names and call them by the name of the collar colour, like ‘Blue Collar.’ ‘White Collar.’ I went to look in the back, no sign of him, I turned round and saw the bin cupboard open and saw a tail on the ground, I told the boy to wait, I opened the door to see Timothy in there, dead, think a fox got him, I asked the boy to go in my house and get me a bag and some gloves and then to stand near the gate, I didn’t want him to see, he is only 7, I then asked him to send his daddy round, poor kitty is in my shed and going to be buried in my garden tomorrow at 2:00pm, the children want him to have a cross on his grave, so we are having a little funeral, I’ll miss him, he used to watch me through the window cooking.