Last night there were cats. I didn't get to the typewriter in time. My best friend in 7th grade, Shana, had a daughter,even though she has a son. Her daughter was bent over, petting a cat, and when she looked up she had fur and whiskers on her face. We were in a Starbucks and Shana's daughter started crying because one of the workers was trying to kick the cat out and she was almost done training the cat a new trick. They were crouched in the cubby of a fast food garbage can, meowing and crying.