(I know that Admetus's journal entry is long. But please read it. It's important to the story and to him. And to Admetus's and Etcetera's relationship.)

Sunlight beamed through one of Admetus windows. Etcetera was now waking up at that time. She itched her eyes and yawned. She got up out of bed and stretched out her limbs. She expected Admetus to be there. But he wasent. In fact. His side of the bed was made. Etcetera assumed he went out to find breakfast. She got up and made her side of the bed trying her best to make it perfect like Admetus's side. When she was finished she walked over to the pile of books in the corner and rummaged through them. She flipped some of the books over, reading the titles to see what book seemed interesting. She kept searching. None of the book were catching her attention. Until she remeber the book on Admetus's desk. She look over at the desk. The book was still there. It was dusty. It looked untouched for days. Etcetera bit her lip. She wanted to read it, but she felt like if Admetus found he would never trust her again. But then again, Etcetera was a very curious kitten. She opened the book. The first page she flipped was title. "My Journel."

"Admetus writes in a journal?" Etcetera asked puzzled.

She flipped to the second page and began to read

November 6

After putting up with so much drama from my father, Me and Plato moved out. We decided to leave our father and to move far away so he couldnt find us. Our father an alcoholic. Our mother a postitute. That's how I was created. My father had no intention of staying with my mother. He had a one night stand with her. A week later she found out she was pregnant with me. She went to my father and told him. He did not take the news so happily. He slapped my mother and said he denied being the father. Even though he knew she was carrying me. He was angry with her. But he decided to stay with her anyways. My mother was happy she was going to have me. My father on the other hand wasn't. He would often beat my mother while she was pregnant. She did her best to protect me by covering her stomach whenever my father would strike her. Months passed and I was finally born. I still remember it to this day. How warm my mother was, her scent, and her love. My father never came to see me when I was born. The first time I ever saw my father was when I was two weeks old. He simpily snickered and said to my mother that I didn't look like him. He snorted and left to find more alcohol. My mother hugged me close to her and told me what ever happens she would be there for me. I smile and nuzzle my mother. Whenever my father came home drunk he would take it out on me and my mother. He constantly yelled and beated me. My mother would always try to make him stop. But he would turn around and stike her across the face. Then yelled at her to not tell him how to raise his kitten. A couple of days later my mother found out that she was pregnant again. This time she was detirmined to keep the pregnancy a secret from my father. But her stomach explained everything. My father went back to abusing her while she carried my younger brother or sister. A couple of weeks passed by and a couple days after I turned one month old my baby brother was born. Mother named him Plato after the greek philosopher. I loved my little brother. I always watched over him. Whenever father got violent I would hide him. When me and Plato became teenagers our mother once again had become pregnant. But this time it wasn't father kitten. And he knew that. He released all his rage on her. He beated her, burned her, raped her. Me and Plato always tried to stop. But we werent strong enough. One day mother was nearing the end of her pregnancy when father punched her in the stomach. The blow to her stomach caused her water to break. Me and Plato helped our mother through labor. She had been sick for the pass couple of days and was very weak. And the baby wasent due for another two weeks. Plato sat by mother up front. He dabbed the sweat off her forhead. While I was to deliver the baby. When the baby was delivered something was wrong. It was a girl and she was very limp. It took only a couple of seconds to relize that she wasent breathing. I sprang into action doing CPR on the baby. But it was no use. She was dead. And god, she would have been cute. Her beautiful cream fur with stripes. I let the tears drop from my face onto my dead sister. I gently wrapped her in a blanket and layed her on the bed. Mother was very weak and she didn't know the baby was dead. She asked how she was doing. I lied and said she doing well and sleeping. My mother simply smile weakly and fell asleep. Our mother died that night.

Etcetera could feel the tears streaming down her face. Her hands trembled. She felt that heavy heart feeling comming back.

"Admetus." She croaked.

She closed the book.

"I'm so sorry!" Etcetera cryed. She collapsed to the ground and buried her face in her hands. She violent sobbed letting her makeup smear all over her face. She could taste her salty tears. All she could think about what was what happened to Admetus. It was horrible. His father, his mother, Plato , and his little sister. She was creamed colored and stripped. Like Etcetera.

"God, it must be horrible to look at me!" Etcetera said. She felt guilty for looking so similar to his sister. Etcetera now regreted reading Admetus's journal. He'd woudl have been very disapointed if he found out. He would probably never trust her again. She didn't blame him if he did. She didn't relize how long she was crying until Admetus came home with dinner.

"I'm home Etcetera!" Admetus exclaimed while carrying in bags with food. He noticed Etcetera on the floor crying. He dropped the bags and rushed over to her and wrapped his arms around her.

"Etcetera! Whats wrong? What happened?" He asked concerned.

Etcetera looked up.

"Oh..." Etcetera said. "Admetus.. I- I didn't relize you were home. I- I'm fine I was just..." She looked away trying to make up an excuse for her crying. She noticed in a book on the floor that was titled "Of Mice and Men." She had read it before. She grabbed it and showed it to Admetus.

"I was just reading this book. It's so tragic what George had to do to Lennie. Lennie didn't deserve it" Etcetera lied.

Admetus calmed down. He sighed and placed his hand on his heart.

"You scared me." He said somewhat breathless.

Etcetera smiled. "Sorry Addie." She replied. Her smiled disapeared when she relized she called him addie. Admetus looked at her. She turned red and looked away.

"S- Sorry." Etcetera stammered.

Admetus laughed. "Etcetera everyone calls me that. I don't see why you cant." He said giving her a playful nudge.

Etcetera smiled. She looked into admetus's eyes. his beautiful brown eyes. The moment was suddenly interupted by Etcetera stomach letting off a loud groan. Etcetera blushed and covered her stomach. Admetus laughed.

"Hungry?" He asked.

"Yeah." Etcetera answered.

Admetus patted her on the back. "Why don't you come with me into the kitchen and I'll make dinner." Admetus offered.

"Sound good." Etcetera said getting up and following Admetus into the kitchen.

(hee hee Of Mice and Men has to be my favorite book of all time. I could literally recite the book ive read it so much. Probably the only book I enjoyed reading in Literature class. chapter four coming soon. :)