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Meow Meow's twin   Meow Meow was a striped, stuffed animal cat. The stripes were gray and grayish-white. Of corse she was a cat considering I like cats more than any other animal. She is old, crickley, and flopppy I loved her very much. She was the oldest stuffed animal I ever had. She was brand new when I was born, but now she looks like she has been to the dump a couple of times. Even though she //__**was**__// my favorite, when I opened the gift one summer, a different story had started.   My whole family was cramped I the small room. It was covered in pictures of things that happened when my parents were born. I was getting hotter and hotter. The anticipation was growing. It was all because of the birthday gift sitting right in front of me.   I figured the gift had to be one of the stuffed animals from the store called Zebs because it was a great place to buy gifts. The not so mysterious preset was hiding in an ordinary brown paper bag. I reached in and felt the crinckly tissue paper over something fat and squishy. I took it out and took off the paper. Underneath was a cat that was quite fat. It reminded me of Meow Meow, my favorite animal ever. But just then I noticed that that would be changed.

 My older brother Jason gave it to me. I looked at him and then looked back at the cat. I would have hugged him but he hates it when I do that. I was simply overjoyed. It is amazing how such a little thing could be such a big deal. I took the cat and hugged it. While I did that, I smelt an unusual smell. It was like the smoke that goes around when you are cooking bacon. It was a wonderful smell and it was the most wonderful thing anyone had ever given to me. Bell (the cat's new name) looked almost exactly like Meow Meow except that she had a white belly and the tip of her tail. I knew that when I got home that this animal would have to be put in a place that would be safe and be ready to be hugged of course.

 Once I got home, I made sure that she was put in a speical place on my bed (or on the floor because when I sleep she falls off and I forget to put her back). I try to keep her in the best condition, but it seems that I won't succeed with that in a million years. Her tail keeps falling off and little strings are too. No matter how hard I try my things always end up gettinng beat up. Even though I like Bell more than Meow Meow now, I still treat them the same way, just like the way I treat other people.

WRITTEN BY: Jessica Mitchell