Hi all! My name is Rachel and I wrote this story recently. I know it might be kind of long for you to read but you'll probably laugh once you finish it!
It was a dark and stormy night when we were born, my brother and sister and I. We lived on a small farm in West Virginia and as we grew we spent many long hours playing on that farm.
It was another dark and stormy night when we found that our parents had been killed. We were still very young and a woman came to the house and took us to a special orphanage. We drove a very long time before we arrived at our destination in the city.
I was in the orphanage for perhaps a month or two. There were others there to, some of whom we became friends with. Every so often, someone who was interested in adopting would come and choose one of us to adopt. One day an elderly woman and her daughter came to the orphanage and brought me to the elderly woman’s house. I never saw my brother or sister again.
I still remember the first time I met the elderly woman’s husband and family. The woman’s daughter brought her family over and they were so happy to meet me. I enjoyed meeting them as well but it was good to be alone in my room after the daughter and her family had left.
I spent several months with the elderly woman and her husband. I played with the daughter’s children when they visited and we became good friends. But one day, things didn’t seem quite right. People were hurrying around and they told me to stay out of the way. Then I was sent to my room.
Several hours later, the daughter of the elderly woman came and took me to her house. I knew I would be living there from now on because she took all my things with us.
I got a very small room in my new home since there were four others living there as well. They also had a cat, who I enjoyed chasing around the house although he didn’t seem to enjoy it as much as I did.
I liked my life in my new home. My family all loved me. The elderly woman and her husband came to visit me several times a month but their visits gradually became further and further apart until the husband’s visits ceased altogether. The elderly woman still came until about a year ago when her visits ceased as well. Nobody told me but I suspect they died.
It’s been four years now since I moved to my new home. I am now five years old. Of course, that’s middle age for a cat. In human years I would be about 37 years old.
I hope you enjoyed this story! If you have any comments or ideas for a title, please post them in the comments below. Thanks for reading!