It was a balmy Wednesday afternoon in sunny Alaska. I had just been let out of school when I chanced upon a small black cat. "Hello Kitty" I chided merrily and gently stroked his fur. "what are you doing here?" I questioned. The cat purred with a loud rythmic rumble that seemed impossible for a cat of that size. "How do you purr so loudly, kitten?" I asked. The cat did not answer. I pet him a moment longer and continued on my way. A few steps down the road I discovered that I had made a new friend. The cat was following me. "I'm sorry kitty. I'm not allowed to have any pets. You better run home now." i explained. I kept on walking. The cat still followed. "Go home! Beat it!!" I scolded in a firm tone. The cat kept looking at me with a puzzled expression. It then pranced off into a snowbank off the sidewalk I was on. I continued on my way home. The next morning I opened the front door and who should I find lying there but the small black cat. "What are you doing here?" I inquired. The cat didn't answer. I picked up the tiny black bundle and decided that the best thing to do would be to leave it at the animal shelter. I took the cat to the local S.P.C.A. and they gave him a nice little cage all his own. Thinking that the kitty now would find a good home I went off on my way to school. When I arrived home after school I was shocked to find that the cat came back.... but anyway the point I'm trying to make here is that many people believe that curiosity killed the cat; but really it didn't... I did. Spit out Spiffily by the Sturdy yet Sloppy Dean A. Welsh.
"Hello Kitty" I chided merrily and gently stroked his fur. "what are you doing here?" I questioned. The cat purred with a loud rythmic rumble that seemed impossible for a cat of that size. "How do you purr so loudly, kitten?" I asked. The cat did not answer. I pet him a moment longer and continued on my way.
A few steps down the road I discovered that I had made a new friend. The cat was following me.
"I'm sorry kitty. I'm not allowed to have any pets. You better run home now." i explained. I kept on walking. The cat still followed. "Go home! Beat it!!" I scolded in a firm tone. The cat kept looking at me with a puzzled expression. It then pranced off into a snowbank off the sidewalk I was on.
I continued on my way home. The next morning I opened the front door and who should I find lying there but the small black cat.
"What are you doing here?" I inquired. The cat didn't answer. I picked up the tiny black bundle and decided that the best thing to do would be to leave it at the animal shelter. I took the cat to the local S.P.C.A. and they gave him a nice little cage all his own. Thinking that the kitty now would find a good home I went off on my way to school.
When I arrived home after school I was shocked to find that the cat came back.... but anyway the point I'm trying to make here is that many people believe that curiosity killed the cat; but really it didn't... I did.
Spit out Spiffily by the Sturdy yet Sloppy Dean A. Welsh.