• Feb. 16, 2009
A Story In My Life
A Story in My Life
By Jill H.
One fall morning when I was eight years old, I looked out my bedroom window and saw a white and orange tabby cat. I was happy to see my new cat friend again. It came before when Cassie and I were playing on the swing set, and I quickly made friends with it. I hastened down the stairs and outside.
My mom and Cassie came outside to inspect this new stranger. I looked at them and told them how I found him when I felt a sharp stab in my finger. I screamed as I turned around and saw that the cat had bitten my finger! The startled cat ran away as Mom helped me inside to put a band-aid on my wound.
A few minutes later a car drove up, and it happened to be our friend Alice, who was a nurse. She looked at my wound as mom told her what just took place. She said I would have to go to the doctor because it looked bad. But in the meantime I soaked it in water.
At the hospital, the doctor said it was a deep cat bite and I might need an operation. I was scared to have an operation but mom said she would get me a brand new toy if I thought it would make me feel better. In awhile the doctor checked it again but said I was fine. We were all thankful that I didn’t need an operation. But then again, if God hadn’t sent Alice over that day, I would have had a brand new toy.
December 2006
