Hey ya'll! Sorry I have so not been updating, but this is a story by Tsubasa-Angel, not me. TSUBASA-ANGEL, NOT ME!!! Kay? XP
Please enjoy!
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PS: Great work, Tsubasa-Angel! XP
Clouds
I was just in my room, sitting at my desk, typing on my computer with my old cat sitting on my lap. I had almost finished my school essay, and I was starting to edit it. I scratched his head absentmindedly. I sighed, thinking I needed a break. I looked out the window in front of me. I blinked when I thought I heard a faint mew. I looked down at old Peter.
That mew definetly didn't come from him. I stood up from my desk, and carefully, I put old Peter on my bad, and I smiled when he was still asleep. I saved the essay on the computer so I wouldn't accidently delete it somehow. That's when I heard the mew again.
I walked outside my room then to the front door. My parents weren't here yet, so I just opened it. When I opened it, I realized no one was there. The mew sounded again, and I realized it came from the ground. I looked down. There, on my porchstep was a fluffy white kitten, about 6 months old, I would guess, maybe a bit older, I dunno.
It gave a happy sounding mew, and that's when I realized how scrawny it looked. I picked it up carefully, and took it inside the house. I got out some catfood, only a tiny bit, and let him eat that. Meanwhile, I got some milk out and warmed it for about 10 seconds. Old cats didn't like warm milk as much as kittens as young as this did.
I smiled when I saw him finish. He gave a big yawn, and I saw all his fangs as his mouth gaped open.
He walked to the front door, and I followed him. I picked him up, opened the door, and let him out. I didn't expect to see him again, that was just my good cat deed for the day.
I sighed when I thought about the essay. I quickly finished, just when I heard my parents arrived. I clicked save, then print. As I heard the printer working, I went outside to the front door to go and meet them.
They smiled at me, and asked me if anything happened while they were gone, and if school was fun. I smiled and said, just finishing my story. I didn't think that I'd see that fluffy white kitten again. I was proven wrong when I was at my doorstep, just opening the door, when he appeared. I carried him inside, fed him, then let him go.
Before long, he wasn't as scrawny. This routine continued for days, until I forot that
Saturday was the day that Mom and Dad stayed home. When they heard the faint mew, I went to get it, but my parents were all ready there, they were smiling at the cute adorable kitten. I knew right then that they wanted that kitten.
I tried to explain that it was probably a wild cat, but they didn't listen.
Mom picked him up and Dad got the keys. We walked to the car, and they got in, including the kitten. I knew I had to find a way for him to get back into the
forest. So, as mom and dad were busy, I said I forgot something, and I opened the door. He was on the back of the car, looking through the mirror, mewing loudly, in disrtess, I thought. So, when I opened the door, he looked at me cautiously, and I just softly nugded him, and he was gone.
They say that once you name a cat, you can't let them go. I'm glad I didn't name that little kitten, because I know that it belongs in the wild. And, if I had to let him go, it would have been hard for me. So, I guess that, in the end, everything worked out for the best. My parents? They got another kitten.
I ended up caring for it, while they played with it.
That's the end of my story of that one cat that kept coming back.
-Amy Becker, 11
AN: The little white kitten that kept coming back was
Cloudpaw, and remember when he started eating Twolog food? then almost went to
the vet? I wrote this on that, except I wrote it in this girls point of view.
