Promt #18 It was a weird thing, hairy, smelly and limp

Promt #18 It was a weird thing, hairy, smelly and limp. But I loved it because…

Mitchie's POV

It was a weird thing, hairy, smelly and limp. But I loved it because It was the last I would ever see of my cousin. Her family sub shop had a terrible fire the other day, and all that remained from the ashes were a few broken shards of glass, Max Russo, and a small weak kitten.

When I found it, it was like finding a small, newborn baby on the streets. I picked it up, the small bundle wriggling and couching in my arms. It's pure white fur was covered with ashes, and it was almost impossible to find. If I hadn't heard that pitiful mewling, I wouldn't have found her.

When I first saw her, she was weird looking, her fur plastered to her skin, clumped together. It was smelly from the ashes, and limp in my arms. But I didn't care. I carried her over to Max, and he picked the bundle from my hands. He told me to follow him, and we picked our way through the rubble to a sink, which surprisingly still worked. There, we gave her a bath, the find out she had the most beautiful white fur I had ever seen. He then gave her back to me and told me to follow him. He picked through piles of rubbish until he found what he was looking for.

We were now on the second floor, in Alex's room. Max is mumbling something, picking through some clothes that hadn't been burnt, old journals and books, and other stuff like that. He then pumped his fist in the air, and held up an old journal at me. I handed him the kitten and flipped through the pages, until I came to the last page.

Dear Mitchie,

Happy birthday! You're finally 15! Haha. Well, I have no clue what to write, so excuse me if this is too Hallmark for your taste. I'm really glad we're cousins. You've become the best friend I could ever ask for. I'm glad I have someone to tell my secrets to, and I know they'll be safe with you for as long as I live. You're my best friend, and I know we'll never stop being best friends, because I wouldn't let that happen. I want you to know I would keep fighting for our friendship, because you're the best friend I've ever had or will have. Love you like a sister,

Alex

P.S – I hope you like your new kitten. It's nameless, and I've just been calling it kitty, so you can name it. Anyways, I know you've always wanted one, and this one went insane when I showed it the picture of you. So, in a way, it picked you out, Mitchie.

I cried and snuggled the cat closer. Max decided to leave me alone, and I carried her downstairs to show her to my parents. They let me keep her.

When we were done at the Russo's, I piled into the car with my parents, Max, and the kitten in tow, and we all traveled home. When we arrived, I lead Max to his new room, promising him we'd decorate it tomorrow, planning to spend the day with him. I let him have some alone time and went into my room, still cradling the cat in my arms. In a way, she reminded me of my best friend. So, I decided to name her Alex, Allie, for short.