When we first met, you were a little kitten, small, not as big as grandpa's hand. Because I really wanted to see the kitten, grandpa took you and him out.
When we meet again, you were the most asleep of the cats until I caught you in a group of cats.
The third time, I took you home and you became a member of the family. You ran out to play for a long time. I thought I lost you, but you came back and found me.
The last time we met was not what I expected, but I never thought it would be the last day we got together. It's me who lost you, it's me...
First person perspective
Purpose: Reminiscing about the good times in the past