The 77th Avenue

I was born in the 77th Avenue and as well buried here. The 77th Avenue is located in Jefferson city in Missouri, which is a quiet, peaceful and clean avenue. I regarded it as an ideal place for residence because it was full of the aroma of catnip and there would always be a private room for hiding. For a typical black cat, nothing could be better than a warm and unnoticed shelter. The 77th Avenue is not very large which only contains about 30 families. While it was still big enough for me, a little cat. Cause I was not so diligent and was not interested in walking around or making friends （To tell the truth, a monstrous dog dominated the major avenue and I was afraid of him.) My main active area was around three houses: Number 15, 16 and 17 house. In number 15 house, lives Mr. Leighton and his 7–year old son. Mr. Leighton was a good father who was always at home spending time accompanying his son but young Leighton always seems to be sad. In number 16 house, lives Monro, a beautiful woman who is working as a still model shooting for some magazines. She was very kind and mild to me and I loved being touched by her soft hands although I could not stand for the smell of her perfume. Number 17 family might be the richest one in this small avenue. The host is a businessman called Gatsby who manages a big advertising company. By the way, he is good-looking, too. He always smiles at others with grace and politeness. He is a high quality man. While his wife is not so pleasant. She is beautiful but quite arrogant. But we could not blame too much on her, if I caught such a good man as my mate, I would also be haughty. Over all I liked these three families because I lived on their supports. When I was alive I used to like walk along the wall at night when the dazzling moon climbed on the tree. And I could observe a lot things that people do not know or could not see in daylight. Something would only be clearly shown under the brightness of moon. Every night I passed Mr. Leighton’s house, through window, I could see him lying on the sofa with a bottle of liquor in his left hand and a stick in his right hand while young Leighton was staying at his own room observing ants in a glass jar. He had the same hobby as me--playing insects using hands patting on them. But those small creatures are too vulnerable to play with, I was getting bored playing this kind of childish game while young Leighton seems to enjoy the process of patting ants to death, ah, no wonder he is still a child. Or maybe he learned this from his father who always takes efforts and spends time patting on him with the stick.Observing Miss Monro was one of my greatest pleasures in lifetime. She is a lovely woman. Seemingly, she works as a model so she always go to the gym to keep fit but privately, she can not refuse those delicious food just like me. She always gets up at midnight opening the refrigerator wolfing down a roast chicken bought from that famous Chinese canteen on the second street. She would give me a slice of chicken if she noticed me sitting in front of her window. We had a lot good time at several nights until one night later she is always absent in her room. But luckily I found her in Mr. Gatsby’s room.Comparing to another two family, the Gatsbys are quite boring, the couple do not communicate with each other like they do in daylight in the public. But there are a lot secret closets in their house, so I usually settled down in their house in the corner of one closet after such a long night travel. Please don’t judge me as an unscrupulous cat who went into a person’s house without asking for permission. Actually that’s how our cats live and besides Mr. Gatsby must intend to invite me to live in his house, because he even prepared a game room for me. That room is definitely for me cause there hangs a lot of gadgets designed for cats such as a string of balls and a whip with fringes on one end. Mr. Gatsby and Miss Monro were my best friends, they always played those gadgets with me at night, although sometime they two would play too high and forget my existence.One night, I was wandering on the street as usual, actually I was quite lucky that night because I got a little dried fish from the young Leighton. Dried fish was my favorite food in the world although the smell of that slice given by young Leighton was a little bit strange. I was so excited so I ran to my shelter--the closet of Mr. Gatsby with the dried fish in my mouth, I wanted to enjoy this cuisine slowly in my own space. On the way to Mr. Gatsby’s house I met Mr. Leighton, it was quite uncommon to see him walk outside, so I said hello to him but he did not respond to me.“How rude!”I thought. Then I saw him sneaked into Mr. Gatsby’s house after taking a lot of efforts and a long time to pick the lock of the gate. I planed to tell him the secret passage into the house but considering that he ignored me once before I decided to ignore him, too. While I was enjoying my dish, Mr. Gatsby and Miss Monro were playing on the bed as usual. Suddenly Mr. Leighton broke into the room and Mr. Gatsby was shocked, he stopped playing immediately, pushing away Miss Monro. All these three people were shocked-looking. After a while, I heard Mr. Leighton spoke with a low and cattish sound:“ If you gave me a pretty sum of money I would not tell your wife about you two’s affair. Otherwise I will spread the shameful affair among the public.” Miss Monro tried to help Mr. Gatsby to answer Mr. Leighton’s requirement: “ Your wife has died for a long time, right? You must be very hungry for women. Would you like...I would bring pleasure to you if you do not expose our affair.” “Hum, bitch, If I got money, women will throw themselves on me, don’t try to deduce me. I’m a man with great ambitious, I will not give away my great expectation because of a woman. Money counts, woman--useless.” That was really rude to a lady, I thought. Then I noticed Mr. Gatsby was signing on a cheque but later on I lost my conscious because of a sharp pain from my stomach. I yelled loudly trying to get Miss Monro’s help while out of expectation, Mrs. Gatsby rushed into the room wearing a sexy nightdress... The things happened later at that night was unknown to me because I was dead, dead of poisonous in that dried fish given by young Leighton. But don’t worry, I could still tell you the whole story because I met Mr. Leighton again on the way to heaven. He told me what happened after my death: When Mrs. Gatsby saw the scene in that room, a glimmer of shock flashed by in her eyes. She was quite freaked out at that sudden moment. But quickly, she recovered talking to her husband calmly with her usual arrogance: “ Don’t give money to this bad guy, you idiot! He would still talk to others about the affair even if he got the money. His greedy could never be satisfied. The best way of getting rid of such kind of disgusting slug is to make him disappear forever in this world.” Then the Gatsbys and Miss Monro together tied Mr. Leighton up with the rope in that room and stuff the left poisoned dried fish into his stomach. Poor Mr. Leighton was killed by greedy just like my greedy to the food.The next day, the police found Mr. Leighton’s dead body lying on his own house and was killed by the poisoned dried fish found in his little son’s room. They immediately solved this murdering case: Young Leighton was often abused by his father, so out of hatred, he decided to poison his father to death with a dried fish.I am a little bit sad about leaving the 77th Avenue, it is hard to find such a good place and a bunch of good people in this crucial world. But Mr. Leighton tells me that heaven is a better place than the 77th Avenue. Now I’m so excited about going to the heaven. What is the “heaven” like?

The 77th Avenue