As I predicted, he was adamant. He insisted I could not keep the kitten and told me to take her back outside.
It was a cold afternoon as I ran down the side street on the way home from my friend Emily's house. I hadn't planned to stay as long as I had, but I was enjoying myself so much I lost track of time. Now it was sprinkling rain, and it appeared a storm was approaching, I was late, and my father was going to be upset.
I just barely heard the piteous cry. I stopped and noticed a metallic looking box placed beside the side of the road. The box contained a tiny, shivering kitten. The poor creature had long, black matted fur, and its eyes were barely focused. “Someone must have just dropped it outside and hoped someone would pick it up!” I thought. I had always wanted a cat, but my father had refused. He said I needed to focus on my future studies and once I graduated from Hogwarts I could do as I pleased, but no cat for me until then! And yet, I knew I couldn't possibly leave this kitten here to die. If I did, I'd be haunted by nightmares for the rest of my life.
I used a charm to dry the kitten and carried her home under my robe. I briefly considered sneaking her into the house and hoping my father would never notice, but I decided to go ahead and face the music. As I predicted, he was adamant. He insisted I could not keep the kitten and told me to take her back outside.
“But, father, no one would have picked her up, and they won't here, either! Can you blame me for bringing her home? It had begun raining, and the box was filling up with water. The kitten nearly drowned. I noticed her suffering. Nothing deserves to die like that!”
“There's a reason for that, Sandra!” my father responded. “No one wants her. A waste of perfectly good food, time, and energy if you ask me. I'm going to release her into the woods.”
I looked at the small, matted fur cat, and decided the kitty was meant for me. “I'll take her! I'll love her and take good care of her.”
My father spoke up. “Wait one minute, young lady. Do you know any thing about taking care of a cat? Feeding it? Grooming it? The theory and practice of cat litter boxes?”
I looked at the cat, and then back to my father. “No,” I replied. “But I can learn.” I stuck out my lower lip, having made my decision and determined to have this kitten. “I'll change her litter box every day if I have to. And I promise I'll brush her fur regularly. I want her, father!”
My father, recognizing his daughter's mind was made up and secretly proud of his daughter's spunk, agreed to the cat. Besides, daughter and kitty would be leaving soon, and the cat would be Hogwarts' problem – not his.
“Ok, you can keep the kitten. But when you go to Hogwarts, she goes with you! Just remember that!” I smiled. I saved a life, and gained a new companion!
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