A big yellow tom cat used to wander around my house when I was younger. My mother told me that he was a yellow tabby cat. He had black stripes all over his body, and a big black dot at the tip of his tail. When you looked closely at him you could see where his tail had a crook in it -- as if someone had slammed a door on it. The first time we ever saw him, we caught him going through our garbage. I guess he really liked what he found in there because he got in it every day. My mother did not like that, so she called the Humane Society to come and find him a new home. The next day they came to our house, but there was no cat to be found. We did not see him for the rest of the day, but that night we heard him meowing. He meowed all through the night and all through the next morning. Finally, when mother and I got up from bed we decided to try to find him. We tried to follow his meows. We looked under the house and up in the trees. Then, we stood very still and realized that he was in the TRASH CAN!! When my mother opened the lid he jumped out in one big leap, landed on his feet, and ran off down the block.