My Story: Part 1 - The Cat of the Past

According to my humans and I, this is their old cat's story.

Before I was found by my humans, they owned another feline named Kitty Cat, whom I never met. He was a feral; no, he wasn't used to getting petted nor touched. But my humans, especially my dad, took care of him. They fed him, and whenever he meowed, they would pay attention. This is his story, according to dad:

Dad was buying groceries outside, and then this cat approached. This stripy-tailed, black and white munchkin-tabby cat. He then gave some vegetables (edible and ok for cats like me) to him, and he ate it. He liked it. He went with dad as he goes home, and he lived in our backyard. He still is allowed to go out, though, because it's natural for street cats like him to go out and roam around. After a few years, he died because of old age and a fight with another feral whom my humans call Garfield, because he looks like Garfield from the original TV show, though nobody takes care of the cat. Rest in peace, Kitty~meow. From your fella-cat, Leticia. What a sad death, indeed.😿