8. He's a cat?
She stared at the furry little animal that slept on her bed. It had been there all day and she didn't know how it got there on the first place. It was a black little kitten with baby blue eyes. He was a really cute feline and well, she was a cat lover. Even though she knew that the cat couldn't get there by itself it was the only reason that she found logical.
Her mother and father would never allow her to keep the cat but, since when does Sam listen to them anyway? She never really did and she wasn't gonna make an exception now. The kitten slowly opened his eyes and meowed softly. It was the cutest thing that she'd ever saw.
She loved small animals, even though she wouldn't let anyone know it. So, how did it get there anyway? She didn't have any idea, but really didn't care. She walked to where the fur ball laid and petted his head gently. It purred in response while standing up and walked with grace to her lap where it curled up into a ball.
Sam sighed, what was she supposed to do now? She wanted to keep it, really badly. Who gave it to her? She didn't know. She grabbed the cat and pulled it up until it was eye leveled with her.
"So… do you want to stay here?" She asked with a smile. The cat placed a paw on her face softly almost like an answer. Sam smiled and placed her on the bed. "Now, let's look for a name."
She walked through the room as she thought of a perfect name. The kitty looked familiar, it looked like someone she knew and then it hit her.
"How about Danny? I know it's not very original, but well… you look like him." She said with a sheepish grin and gasped at what she saw.
The cat stood up and opened his eyes. Instead of baby blue they shone bright green, ghostly green.