Mone, my darling

When I was eight, my parents and I lived in a big, creaky house out in the countrey. There were many deer, skunks, raccoons, and even coyotes that would nose through our garbage at night, sometimes waking me up and absolutly creeping me out. One day our neighbor, who lived down the dirt road, sold his house and moved out. We sayed bye and such, bgut we hardley knew him, so our lives continued as normal. Little did we know, our lives would soon change for the better.

His house was empty, and our new neighbors were about to move in to a nice, big, creepy old house... with nothing in it. Or so they thought. You see, tucked away behing all those cobwebs and a couple of forgotten, empty boxes was a cat. A poor, forgotten, tabby cat, about to give birth to a beutiful bunch of baby tabbies. She crawled out of the old house, through the bushes and towards any sign of hospitality. She was just about due, and she knew it. She needed food. She managed to cross the road at night, when there were less of the scary monsters that tended to fly along the cracked road. Once across, she began her long journey towards our house.

The next morning, we opened the front door and heard mewling. I called to my mom to bring cat food... cats weren't very rare around these places, and we always made shure to have food for them if they decided to stop and visit. While my mom poured some into an emty bowl, I ran out the door and hurried down our wooden staircase, making sure that a feline wasn't hiding somewhere in the flowers. Whith an over-grown garden on either side of me, walking down those steps were like walking through a flowered jungle. Halfway down, I spotted the cat behind some black eyed susans. It was very cute, a fat little tabby, and it looked fuzzy, nice and somewhat familiar. I scrunched up my face and thought where I had seen it before, but I soon forgot what I was trying to remember, and, being eight, pulled myself up onto our garden and crawled through the many flowers, my eyes obn the cat. My mom had finaly come from the house and was standing beside me, still on the stairs, holding the catfood.

I parted some tall grass in front of me and looked down on the relaxed kitty, realising that she wasn't alone. Kittens! I picked one up, much to the disaprouval of mama cat, and held it up for my mom to see. She scowled at me.
"Put it down, Rachael, put it back!" i scowled back at her and held the kitten close. "Put it down, Rachael now! This is your last chance!" I finaly put it down and my mom agreed to put our dogs kennel out in the garden, and if a cat was in it in the morning, we would keep it. My head was filled with mounderfull thoughts ans I fell asleep that night.