The story of my little baby kitten Raven.. My story starts with a getting a call from my Grandma that lives close to be about a block down. She gave me a call and told me to come get a kitten I was confused at the fact she wanted to give me a cat because she never had a thing for indoor pets. I went to her house and there was a man in a trailer that said hey you the person that wanted a kitten I replied with yes. It turns out that the mom cat was killing her kittens so he was trying to give them away quick. He grabbed a basket with 5 jet black 2 week old kittens. I picked one up and walked home quickly before he had time to take it back. I was obsessed he slept in my bed he could always clam me down and he was such a great friend to me. As he grew I had to ween him off formula. As he grew health he was getting more crazy and stronger. At about four 10 weeks I made the worst decision of my life to let him outside for the first time I’m so ashamed.😔 It was about 12 weeks and he was fine going outside with my other cat Leo that is for years old. I heard coyotes that night and immediately called both cats Leo came running out of some bushes from inside. That is the last time I ever saw my baby kitten Raven. 😣