I heard a "meow" on the way back from school the other day and I immediately went to see where the sound came from. When I followed the noise, I saw a kitten with the left paw wounded. After I petted her a little. I started to ask myself questions, "Should I take her home?" Then I decided to take the cat home and give her milk.

Then I could leave her out again. I hoped that I'd leave the cat until my parents came. I took the cat home. After cleaning the paws, I gave the cat milk. I went to the door to leave the cat out after the cat had finished its milk. The doorbell rang. I left the cat, hoping my parents didn't come to the door. When I opened the door my parents were in front of me. They came in and left their shoes to the shoe cabinet. I went up quickly. I took the cat and hid it somewhere where she could stay comfortably. Then I took the cat and pretented that I was going to the grocer’s. My mother saw me walking out of the door and she said "What is this?" I said "this is just a bag". My mom insisted: "What is inside?" Looking at the bag she saw the cat. When I told everything, she understood the situation and allowed me to keep it. After that, we looked after the cat at home. She is my cat. I love my cat.