Story by Perry, for Miho
I was once walking on a quiet street when I saw an adorable kitten. I named it Jackie. I then took the kitten home to my mother.
When she saw it, she told me to take it outside. But when she saw that the kitten's leg was broken, my mother gave me permission to keep the kitten unless an owner was found.
Many people came to our house looking for their lost cat. Nobody found their's, though.
My cat Jackie is still with me, though. I got her when I was still living at my mother's house at age thirty-seven. I am now an old
widow at age seventy-two. I have but one child. That is my extremely lovable cat, Jackie.
The End
Story by: Perry, age 10
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