I used to have a very special pet, back home, in my country, Lebanon. She was a very cute cat. My dad gave it to me for my birthday. I named her Gucci because she was as cute as the clothes. Gucci was very beautiful. She had white fluffy fur, one blue eye and one green eye, she had a little gray spot on her head and a black spot on her tail, and she had small legs with very cute paws. When my dad gave her to me, she was three months old; he brought her back from one of his business trips to Russia. Gucci was a very smart cat; she used to know my timing for every single day. She would wake me up in the morning, a couple of minutes before my alarm clock would sound off, by licking my face. She even knew what time I came home, I noticed this when I used to hear her clawing at the door of my ho