Louie was just a neighborhood stray, mostly cream colored with crossed blue eyes that showed his Siamese ancestry. He lived well as many people fed him. When he was a kitten, he was given to the neighborhood nightmare family. Despite not being fed by them, he continued to stay on the front porch. I didn't think much about him until the day he crawled in my arms and purred. After that, I gave him the name Louie and made sure he always had food. My neighbor fed him too. She was the one who saw him kicked so hard he flew in the air. Today, I learned that he was found dead. I looked for him as soon as I heard. My neighbor is too afraid to talk so all I can do is mourn.