Everyone Loves Madison

Madison is a cute cat. She is so fun to have have in the family. She trained me, rescued me, helped me, talked with me, and gave good examples for life. Madison is truly witty. I don't know what would happen if Madison got separated from my family.

Anyway, this story begins with Madison and I just sort of, you know, talking, hanging around, you get it. "Fuzzles, Willie, Mister, that's just one animal illegal to have in the house way too many!" Madison said. "Give those animals a chance! They've only been around for a couple of weeks!" I said. Then, before Madison could say, "Oh those animals will get a chance- THE CHANCE TO BECOME DEAD STEAK!", the doorbell rang. My dad answered the door. There were two people with tuxedos and dark black ties. These guys were wearing brown, opaque sunglasses. These guys also had a cunning hairstyle and on their clothes had the word "BODYGUARD"! These guys must have been bodyguards with a tall man with short hair and a blue suit with a yellow tie. A guy just like this stood in front of his bodyguards.

"We're here to find a wanted cat you have!" said one of the bodyguards. "Yes, a Madison." said the other bodyguard. "This cat, Madison, is the president's cat, and it's in this house!" said The Man With a blue suit, short hair and a yellow tie. "Madison? What do you mean?" asked Dad. "Madison is famous. Anybody want a ride in the first class limo?!" asked the bodyguards. "SURE!" Dad said. Mom, dad, my sister, my brother, Madison and Mojo, Beaumont, and I all went on the limo. "Thanks for bringing me along!" Beaumont said.

One of the bodyguards gave us four animals some beacon and steak. "This is pet heaven!" I said. 12 steaks later and 24 beacons later, I was so happy. Beaumont, Madison and Mojo were full too. The limo stopped at a building and the guy with yellow bow tie, Sean, went in the building with Madison. He returned with a magazine. Madison was on it's cover. The magazine said "The CAT- alog! Madison Found!". Madison was famous. The reason was because this was George Washington's cat, and Madison was that cat. Madison had lived for quite a while, and she hasn't known. After the limo ride, Madison showed off her new outfit Sean got her.

The next day, Madison was on the newspaper! She had her own comic too. It was called "President Kitt- inn!" The comic had an inn with Madison as George Washington's assistant. Madison and Mr. Washington are basically employees at this inn in Pennsylvania Road. Madison was a big hit. Mojo and I were sick of it. Madison boasted Mojo and I had no attention.

"How can we prove Madison is NOT George Washington's kitten?" I asked Mojo. "George Washington's kitten has a birthmark, shaped of the USA!" Mojo said. "If Madison doesn't have that birthmark, she'll never be famous again!" Mojo said. Madison didn't have the birthmark. "I do too!" Madison said.
''Do not!" Mojo said.
"Do too"
"Do not!"
"Do too!"
"QUIET! MADISON! MOJO!" I said. "Madison, Mojo is right, you may have only been famous for 2 days, but you must let it go!" "Fine!" Madison said. She confessed and that was the end of her being famous.

Oh yeah, President Kitt- inn is still around.

Short adventure, but a long experience.