The story of my cat I want to write some thing about my cat. Actually it's not my cat, about five years ago, my former colleague found a little persian cat out of our company, so he took it back to his dorm and fed it every day. As long as this cat grown bigger and was not cute any more, he abandoned it. He told me when the cat was little, it's quiet and lovely, I guess that's why people call it kitten.When I found it three years ago, what i saw was a dirty, skinny, old hobo. Our company located in a suburb area that has a huge yard and some wild cats live here. I have seen it joined many cat fights, usually when a pretty female cat show up, two male cats will start yelling at each other, it takes a few minutes, then one of them will back off like a coward and this persian cat always is the one. fortunately everyone like it, we feed it once in a while so it won'd die of starvation. We call it loser, it has a good childhood, never worry about food,now facing the savage cats' world just like us. Every day when I arrived company I will check loser to see if it's still alive. When I'm on my shift, I will share my food with it. Once I took it home, I wanted to take care of it like a pet, it hidden under my bed for two days never came out. When I put some cat food on the ground it just used its little claw to grab it. I told my self to be patient with it, it should take a while to adjust a new place. then I smelled the poopy under my bed. Finally I lost my temper, I grab a mop, kicked it out of my bed and sent it back to my company. Now it is still living in the yard, every morning it will show up out of the door, eat some thing then take a nap in our room, when we go home ,it disappears too. That is loser, a homeless cat and my friend.