Magnus

Magnus had just moved to this smaller town. He lived in New York but decided New York was way too big for him.

Magnus lived alone for almost his whole life. Him, and his ten cats. They were all white Persian cats, except one, Coco who was a pink Persian cat. Coco was his favorite cat.

This morning Magnus woke up, ready to feed his cats when he noticed Coco was missing.

He looked everywhere. He found Coco in his storage room, where he stored his food. Coco ate all of his pickles. Magnus panicked and figured eating so many pickles wasn't healthy for a cat.

He grabbed Coco and raced to the animal clinic in his pajamas. He almost cried, he was so worried. He wished he had magic just so he could heal Coco.

When he arrived at the clinic the doctors said Coco would be fine, he just needed to rest and barf the pickles out himself. Magnus thought about cleaning that up and cringed. But he was very glad Coco would be fine.

Magnus didn't have many friend since he always moved. Magnus only had his cats to cheer him up, and they did.

When Magnus got home he leased all his cats except Coco, He counted them ''1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, and 9''

He opened the front door and let all his cats walk outside. He then closed the door and walked his cats.

He never walked in this neighborhood before so he didn't really know where to go. He was just going somewhere.

He was walking on a street with very big houses when he saw a boy looking at him. He had tattoos all over his body and had fluffy black hair.

The boy kept looking. Magnus was sure he had seen him before so he waved and smiled at him.

He saw how surprised the boy was, and how we awkwardly smiled at him. Magnus was very amused at that as he continued walking. ''He was cute, very cute…'' Magnus thought.