Jul. 29, 2008 - Sammy Finds a Home - Story by Narnigirl
Here is a story written by my dear friend, Kylie. Enjoy. I thought it was pretty cute!
Written from the perspective of a tabby kitten.
“Meow.”
As that pitiful sound escaped my mouth, I saw a slim girl with blonde hair in a ragged T-shirt and cut-off jeans looking to be 11 stare at me. I didn’t want to draw attention, but I was just so hungry. I hadn’t had anything real to eat for three days, except for a small nibble of stale food from a garbage can yesterday morning.
I cowered and was ready to run as the girl walked over to me, a compassionate look on her face. I didn’t want to trust her, I’d been betrayed many times, but something about her was different from the others. I decided to relax a little.
“Here, kitty, kitty,” the girl said, holding her arms out to me. I thought she must be crazy if she thought a cat treated as bad as I have would come to her just like that. But I surprised myself. Before I knew it, I was in her arms. Oh, it felt SO good to be held again.
Just then, I saw Buster, a large dog who was a member of “Jaws”, a gang that had a habit of hurting other street animals for no reason at all. He was looking at me, with a menacing glint in his eyes.
I knew it was my cue to go, and I jumped out of the girl’s arms. She jumped back in surprise, avoiding my razor sharp claws, and started waving her arms and yelling, “Come back, kitty, come back!” It tore my heart apart, for I felt I had finally found a friend, but I couldn’t stay in the gaze of Buster. After I was safely behind a garbage can, I looked back and saw the girl kneeling on the sidewalk, and it looked like she was crying.
I considered going back, but I decided it was too much of a risk with Buster still glaring from his hideout. Torn, I scampered away before I decided to go back.
10 years later
I had changed a lot over the years. I was now known as “Grandpa” among my other cat friends. I had also gotten in a few tiffs with Buster and his gang, and had a nasty scar over my right eye where one of his dogs had ripped off some skin. I was so skinny that you could see my ribs.
I was roaming the streets one day when I saw a red car parked on the side of the road. Since cars are so plentiful, I shouldn’t have bothered, and I don’t know what I did. But something about the car intrigued me, and I sat down to watch.
As I thought, the driver’s side door opened, and a slim woman with blonde hair stepped out. I couldn’t believe my eyes. She looked like the girl that had held me so long ago!
I meowed softly, and the woman looked up, surprised. She muttered something, but then looked down and took out a cell phone and started dialing.
I decided I had to take more action. Sauntering casually over to her, I pawed at her leg, being careful to retract my claws. The woman looked down, and dropping her cell phone immediately picked me up, gasping and talking to herself.
“Could it be?” she asked. “Are you the cat that I met in the alley?” I meowed, and the lady hugged me so hard I had trouble breathing.
“I prayed all these years that you’d come back,” she said, with tears in her eyes. “Now God has brought you back to me.” She hugged me again.
“I’m taking you straight home,” she said.
The woman, whose name was Karen, took me home to meet her husband, Bill, and baby boy named Willie. She decided to call me Sammy, which is just the way I like it.
After ten years, I had finally found a home.
©Narniagirl2008
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