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My Pet
I used to have a very special pet, back home, in my country, Lebanon. She was a very cute cat. My dad gave it to me for my birthday. I named her Gucci because she was as cute as the clothes. Gucci was very beautiful. She had white fluffy fur, one blue eye and one green eye, she had a little gray spot on her head and a black spot on her tail, and she had small legs with very cute paws. When my dad gave her to me, she was three months old; he brought her back from one of his business trips to Russia. Gucci was a very smart cat; she used to know my timing for every single day. She would wake me up in the morning, a couple of minutes before my alarm clock would sound off, by licking my face. She even knew what time I came home, I noticed this when I used to hear her clawing at the door of my ho

I even cried on the airplane because I missed her so much. Then, when I opened the door, she would jump on me and start licking my hand as If she was trying to tell me that she missed me so much. The best thing that I used to like about her is that she was a trained cat. I remember that I used to get all happy to know that she was waiting for me. It was a very sad moment for me, I cried with her the whole time while I was packing. One time I took her to the shopping mall in Beirut, I carried her in my purse to every store I went into. In one of the stores she jumped out of my purse and started running around the store. We finally cornered her in one of the dressing rooms, and she jumped in my purse as if nothing happened. I would take her everywhere I went. Till this day, I lie in my bed and wonder what adventures we would be able to get into here in the United States. Gucci and I would always have great times together. Then, after she got tired, she would just run to me, sit on my lap and begin biting my hands as if she wanted me to pet her so she can go to sleep. It took one of the workers and I to try and catch her.