The Farm Cat
Moving Day
It was a warm summer day, and Clover was sitting on the porch of her twoleg's farm. Clover was a beautiful dappled brown she-cat who had lived on this very farm for her entire life. Her mother had died giving birth to her, and most of her brothers and sisters were sold to live with other twolegs in the area. Only Clover and her brother Rickie were allowed to stay. Clover's twolegs were a very kind family of five. The mother, father (who Clover called leader), Abby (Clover's main caretaker), Danny (Rickie's main caretaker) and Elana, the family baby (who Clover called La-La).
It was a wonderful family to live in, with Leader tending to the crops with Rickie and Clover allows fallowing Abby and Mother to the barn. Clover and Rickie grew up as normal house cats until the one day at a family dinner.
"blah...blah...blah...blah...bla-blah." The leader said, "Blah blah... moving... blah blah."
Moving? Clover had only hear that word once before, when her next door cat neighbor said she was moving. Clover didn't know what the word meant, but was too afraid of making herself look dumb to ask. Her neighbor was really long with goodbye-ing, which confused Clover; until she saw the big truck with all the twoleg things being loaded into it. After that day, Clover never saw her neighbor again.
So when she heard she was moving, Clover instantly went to her brother.
"Oh Rickie..." She wailed, "I don't wanna move. Our home is here! Why do we have to move?"
"This is something that is not our chose." Rickie said, sounding very wise. "We are just going to have to pack our things, hunt for a few extra mice and get going." After he said that, he walked away toward the small room that was their's. That evening, Clover packed her favorite cat toys onto a cloth that the leader had brought. She put in her mouse-on-a-string, her glitter ball, the blanket her mother was on when she gave birth to her kits and many other things. She hunted three mice and one crow and got the leader to tie it all up. Rickie, on the other hand, only packed his stuffed bear (which was a tattered mess now). The rest was tons of food, enough to last at least two weeks.
"We're not going to be moving that long, are we?" Clover commented.
"I don't know how long we'll be moving, " Rickie replied, "but we have to be prepared."
Finally the moving day came. The animals were loaded into a huge truck, and the twoleg things were loaded into another. The car that the twolegs owned was too important to be used on this trip, so it was carefully drove to the new farm by a twoleg in a gray suit. The family was going to take the scenic route, and travel on a buggy pulled by the strongest horse, Rusty. He was a well brushed rusted red with a shining white main and tail. He also had long white hair covering his paws, which looked very strange to Clover. The cats were going to walk under the buggy, carrying the packs in their mouths. Clover though she was never going to make the journey. He brother almost read her mind and said "The first step of a journey is always the hardest." Rickie always seemed emotionless, but he's eyes showed that he was just a scared as Clover. That night, everyone slept at a local inn, the Clover was sleeping at the foot of Abby's bed. La-La had been crying for the longest time, but she had finally fallen asleep. Clover was too nervous and excited to sleep. The family was going to start their long road trip tomorrow.