I got him for my birthday when I was turning four years old. My family and I went to get him at Dayton, Ohio.

He was a Bengal kitty! Something funny about him was when we went to get him, his brother or sister tried to get in the cage with him! But we didn't let his brother or sister get in.

When we brought him home I picked his cage up and turned it towards our house so Zuma could see where he lives.

For the rest of the days I played with him and I hugged him at night some of the times. And one of the nights, my mom let me sleep with Zuma but he had to use the potty in the middle of the night. He crawled out a crack in the door and he went and used the potty and he didn't come back! 😆

One day I went to bed and in the morning I found a trail of chewed up foam from a pumpkin decoration!

The End.