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Cat scratches on carport door, one-eyed cat runs by. A few weeks later, another kitten wanders in the door. She looks up at me and meows.
"No." I say, hoping to deter her from coming in agn. "You can't keep coming in here! I already got a cat!"
As she's coming in the door agn, I step out from behind the door, pick her up and carry her out to the garage. As she meows agn, she looks me right in the eye and stops me from closing the door.
"Shut up." I yell.
I have more than a hundred new cat carrier boxes, so I start looking for one large enough to hold the kitten. I'm hoping to move the cat into the garage, because I don't want the kitten to be stuck in the house. But when I finally find the right box, I see that the kitten is already in there.
How does she know that I'll find the right box?
What would happen if the kitten didn't live in the box and found me? What if I gave her away? How would she live if I fed her only once a day? I never had a cat at home, and I never heard of anyone giving away a cat without being sure it would have a good life. I've found her in the garage, but what if I accidentally give her away?
All I want to do is hold the kitten and make sure she's ok, but the kitten won't even let me get close enough.
Finally, I notice the kitten has no eyes. When I try to pet her, she bites.
My eyes hurt, I have a headache, and my stomach hurts. Why did my mom leave me here to look after a cat with no eyes?
"I'm sorry, it's just that I need to find a home for her." I say.
"Can I come with you? The kitten won't listen to me. She won't let me touch her. She's scary. She'll be happy if you take her."
"We need to take her to my grandpa's. He has a cat and I know he'll take care of her."
The other boys are still laughing.
"It's time to go, now!" I tell my mom.
"Where's the kitten? Let's go get her, and I'll talk to your grandpa."
"She's in the box."
"That's the box I asked you to leave outside. What happened to her?"
"I can't tell you. I'm really sorry, but I'm busy. You're a busy person. I'll call you later and tell you more."
I want to cry. I'm embarrassed and sad. I really want to look after the kitten, but how can I look after her when I have no eyes?
I run and I run and I run and I run and I run and I run until I'm running in circles. I walk, I run and I walk. I think I'm running in circles, until I wake up and I'm outside my room. I look at my mom. She's asleep. I take a piece of paper and a pen from my desk. I write her a note. I tell her to please call my grandpa and ask him to take care of the kitten.
"I don't have any eyes."
"Oh, thank you."
When I told my mom to call my grandpa, I expected him to say, "Why? You've got plenty of eyes." I expected him to say this because his eyes are brown.
"I want to keep her, Mom. I'll take care of her."
"No, you can't, my dear. You have to keep working."
I'm the only one who takes care of her.
At the start of the school year, when my mom went to the store, I took the kitten home. I named her Miss Peanut Butter. I found a picture of an old couple in a farm and I put that on the wall next to my bed.
I gave her food. I brushed her teeth. I took her to the bathroom. I tried to be good to her. I cleaned her litter box.
When I was hungry, I took food from my mom's kitchen. When I was thirsty, I went to my grandpa's kitchen. I didn't want my mom to know that I was stealing.
It's been three months. I was playing with her when I heard my mom's key in the door. I ran into my room and hid. She came in. She walked over to the picture of the couple on the wall. She smiled.
Then she sd, "My little thief."
I didn't say anything. I didn't move.
My mom sd, "I've been keeping a secret. I thought you'd be glad to see your favorite girl."
I didn't know what to say.
"Mom, I know you. You're not going to keep a secret from me, are you? You're going to keep your secret a secret, right?"
My mom nodded.
I got a big smile.
My mom sd, "I have something for you." She gave me a gift. It was a little toy kitten.
I sd, "You shouldn't have."
"It's a gift."
"No, my dear. It's a token of my appreciation for the way you've taken care of Miss Peanut Butter. You know that I'm proud of you."
I didn't say anything. I just held the kitten.
My mom hugged me and I started to cry. I didn't know why I was crying. She wasn't crying. I looked in her eyes. She was crying because she loved me.
She sd, "I thought you were going to be glad to see your favorite girl."
I never saw that kitten agn.
One day, I asked my mom about the kitten. She sd, "You remember that I was going to give that to you?"
"Yes, Mom. You were going to give me a gift."
"I couldn't find any kitten."
"Oh. I know that you were going to find a kitten."
"I looked everywhere for a kitten. I asked everyone in the neighborhood. No one had a kitten."
"You don't have a kitten."
"I can't find it anywhere."
"You don't have a kitten."
"I know that."
She started to cry. She was so upset. I started to cry too.
Finally, I went up to my room. I cried alone.
That night, I couldn't sleep. I was afrd that Mom was going to find the kitten and give it to me. I was afrd that I had a black cat that I didn't know about. I tried to talk myself out of it. I tried to convince myself that the kitten wasn't really a kitten.
Finally, I took a warm bath. I was thinking about her agn. I wanted her to come back. I was so mad at her for not giving me a kitten. I fell asleep thinking about the cat.
The next morning, I woke up thinking about the cat. I was still mad at her. She didn't get my message. She didn't get it that I