When I got home, I flopped on the couch and sat there for a moment, reflecting on how I was now freshly single and alone in this apartment. That`s when I felt a buzz come from my phone.

　　 "Hey girl, how did it go?" Tiff texted.

　　 "Well, we broke up, but the food was good at least." I texted back.

　　 "What!?" she responded. Before I could respond, I heard a noise coming from the balcony. It was faint, and it sounded like something was pawing at the balcony. There`s no way I`m on the third floor.

　　 Walking over to the balcony door, I opened the blinds and saw it was, in fact, Whiskerton. I opened the balcony door to let him in. Then Kneeled down and scratched him on the neck. There go my plans for a mice circus. As I scratched his neck, I noticed he still had his collar that said `Kevin` on it. "Oh, and Whiskerton is back." I texted Tiff.The story has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation.

　　 "That`s great news! But tell me what happened tonight." Tiff responded.

　　 "In a minute, I just have a quick question. Where did you get Whiskerton, and why did you give him a collar that says Kevin on it?"

　　 "I got him off the street; he was a stray. He had such a personality I knew you would fall in love with him instantly. He was wearing that name tag when I found him. By the way Kevin is a weird name for a cat, so I named him Whiskerton instead. But it looks like he fell in love with you too!"

　　 That is so disgusting. I can`t believe Tiff gave me a stray without telling me. He`s een living with me for a whole two months! I have to-go get it to checked to see if it`s carrying any flees or other diseases. Tiff is going to have to wait. I am going to need to bring Whiskerton to a vet and disinfect my apartment.

　　 I`ve been told by countless people that life is wonderful and amazing. Well sometimes life just sucks.