I had a cat.

I had a cat named Hanna.  She was a sweet cat.  I got her when she was a kitten.  Her ears were as big as her head.

She loved to follow me every where I went.  No matter how many times I told her to leave me alone when I was in a  bad mood.  She was a sweet cat.  The only thing she did not like were little boys that bothered her.  Hanna would hiss at them to warn them to leave her alone. 

I named her after one of my favorite characters.  Her full name was Han Solo.  Since she was female I decided Hanna would be more fitting. 

She lived until she was 16 years old. 

She was very protective.  One of my favorite memories is when she would follow my youngest daughter to the school bus.  They were pals.  Hanna still loved Amelia even after she put her in the dryer.  (Do not worry Hanna was discovered before I put on the dryer.)

Hanna was also known as the neighborhood cat.  She kept the lizards and stray cats away from every one's property.  She even kept some dogs away. That is how she met her end. There was a dog that played a little too rough with Hanna. Her old body could not take it. By the time we got outside to shoo the dog away, it was too late. My husband picked her up and laid her down. It saddened us all. I always say she died the way she lived. She was protecting her family.That is how she met her end. There was a dog that played a little too rough with Hanna. Her old body could not take it. By the time we got outside to shoo the dog away, it was too late. My husband picked her up and laid her down. It saddened us all. I always say she died the way she lived. She was protecting her family.