December 7th, Pearl Harbor Remembrance Day
It was a dark and cloudy day. The wind blew gently as a certain brown furred cat sat on her master's bedroom window sill, looking outside at a certain harbor with a blank stare. Her tail swayed back and forth uneasily as memories came rushing at her. She let out a shaky breath as she continued to stare at the outside.
You had been bored this day and decided to pay a visit to Hawai'i. She seemed quite strange this week and she was even more out of character yesterday, being more quiet and reserved. Maybe she was feeling sick. Well you would go check anyway. You saw the door slightly opened and grew