My Kitten Pebbles

I was sitting on the couch watching a movie on a cold cruel Saturday night. My mum was upstairs reading; my brother is watching TV alongside me. Meanwhile my dad was out walking the dogs with my uncle. He was supposed to be home at about 9:30pm but instead he walked through our front door at 10:00pm. The dogs as usual came first jumping up at the couch trying to tell me how their walk was, but my attention strayed away from them to the creature curled up in my dad’s arms.

I immediately jumped up to study the creature and try to figure out what it was. All I could see so far was fur, a lot of it. I cautiously crept closer I stretched out my arm slowly, I could see my arm shaking as I touched it. Its head snapped up and swiveled around to me. I gasped in shock as the beautiful creatures eyes stared straight into mine. It was like staring down a long tunnel, a long emerald tunnel. Her eyes were huge as big as saucers. She turned away and took in the strange new environment. She struggled and squirmed in my dad’s arms. He let her go, and she landed gracefully front paws then her back paws landed softly behind her. She wandered around and decided a safe place was underneath the table. She settled down. She slowly turned her head around, looking like one of those clown games at the circus where you pop the ball in its mouth. I sped up the stairs to tell mum the exciting news, but instead bowled into her at the top of the stairs. I took her hand and towed her down the stairs. Her face was a perfect mask of shock. The little kitten opened her mouth and let out a spine-chilling meow. I cautiously edged my way around the table in case she decided to attack me. I made it without a scratch. I got a handful of cat biscuits and crawled my away towards her shaking body. She slowly got up, maybe sensing a threat. I stopped. A couple of cat biscuits toppled out of my hands. She sniffed the air. She rushed forward gobbled them up and slowly retreated. Mum told me not to put the biscuits on the brand new carpet, but I paid no attention to her words. I let the rest of the biscuits fall out of my hands, and backed away. She crawled out on her skinny belly and feasted on the biscuits. I asked what we were going to do with her. My dad answered me saying, “Go to the garage and grab a large cardboard box.” “Grab some blankets and put them into the bottom as well” added my mum. I skipped to the garage and grabbed a box, some blankets and stuffed them into the bottom.

Mum was holding her tightly as she squirmed and wriggled. I dropped the box and mum lowered her in. she purred and then meowed loudly then settled down. I went upstairs, changed, turned off the light and snuggled down imagining the adventures we would have together.

By Meghan