Wednesday, 16 May 2007
09:16:19 AM (GMT)
Hey Peeps ! sup!
Had school today! (boring) (ZzZzZzZzZzZzZz...ZZZZZZ) LAST ASSIGNMENT... WRITE A VERY
EASY 1,460 WORD STORY ON SUBJECT OF YOUR CHOISE! here it is if you wanna read it!
I pulled my bright pink parka tighter around me as I trudged through the roads of
Epping. The weather was rotten: pounding rain and the distant rumble of thunder
warning us of an approaching storm. I shivered. My house was only a few blocks away
from my school. School had just ended, and now I had to walk through this bad
weather. I wished that my mum had picked me up. A crowd of hurrying workers almost
knocked me flat as they hurried down the street.
My homework will be drenched, I thought grimly. I turned around heading for my house
as the wind picked up, whipping my drenched hair into my face. Suddenly, my feet
almost gave away from under me. “Yikes!” I did not manage to catch myself on the
wet ground. As my hands flopped uselessly at my sides, I scrambled back to my feet
examining my hands. They were splattered with mud. Groaning, I wiped them off on my
parka, and immediately wished I hadn't. Now even my parka was muddy!
I glanced around shortly to see what had caused my fall, and my eyes widened at what
I saw lying there. On the side of the road, completely soaked and sad-eyed, was a
shivering, ginger kitten. It stared up at me with wide, fearful eyes. I was
overwhelmed with pity for this young kitten that someone had just left here on the
road amidst the storm. I looked back at the cat helplessly. I already had three pets!
Another one would make the chaos in my home worse.
But I couldn't just leave the poor guy there. I hurriedly scooped up the terribly
small kitten in my arms, and ran the rest of the way home.
As soon as I arrived at my house, my black and white husky jumped up at me happily as
I stepped through the door. Suddenly he stopped, looking questioningly at the kitten
in my arms. I shook my head slightly, indicating that I didn't have any time to
I sat the kitten down on the kitchen table gently, and dropped my backpack on a chair
as I rummaged through my closet for the spare basket that I had always kept in case I
got another pet. I raced upstairs and fetched a soft pink pillow from my bed and a
small blue baby blanket, which I tucked neatly into the basket. I carried the basket
downstairs and placed it next to the stove, where it was warmest.
Using a towel, I dried off the kitten thoroughly as my other pets – my Husky,
my mother Burmese and her baby Burmese - watched intently. Soon, my newest pet was
sparkling clean, and I placed him in the basket. The kitten smiled softly up at me. I
put a hand full of dry cat food in a medium size bowl, a blob of wet food in a large
bowl followed with a another smaller bowl of warm milk and some cheese on a plate,
and sat on a chair watching the little guy anxiously. The kitten ended up eating the
cheese. Contented, the kitten blinked gratefully up at me before curling into a tight
ball and going to sleep. My Husky dog Peanut jumped up and started to eat the blob of
wet food. I was happy that the kitten had been kind enough to leave some food for
him. The baby Burmese, Chip, slurped up the milk and was about to gleefully eat the
dry food too, but his mother Cookie, beat him to it. She gobbled up the dry food,
after whacking Chip's paws gently with her tail and shaking her head gently.
I wondered what I should call the kitten. I thought that I should call him 'Choc'
but the name didn't seem right for this peculiar pet. Chip placed his snow-white body
on my lap, looking at me with his gentle, brown eyes. I petted his head softly, still
musing over a name for the kitten. When my mother and father got home I told they
about my day and the cat...they said I could keep it.
As I snuggled under the covers of my bed, Peanut jumped up beside me, burrowing
himself under the covers until he was lying right beside me. I grinned as I stroked
Peanuts soft fur.
Then my mother walked in.
“So,” my mother Jane said, walking over and sitting on my bed. “What are
you going to call him?”
I shrugged. “I don't know yet.”
“Oh. You know, I think that your father had a name for him... It was something
I looked at her, waiting patiently.
“Erm... Katy or something like that...”
“Okay... I'll sleep on it. Thanks mum.”
“No problem, Erika. But thank your father, not me. He’s the one that made it
“See you tomorrow!”
I turned around to see who made the noise.
I grinned. It didn't take much for Peanut to fall asleep.
The next morning was the weekend. I was glad. Now I would be able to find a name for
the kitten and get to know him a bit better. I yawned, slipping out of bed and put on
my slippers. I flexed my arms, my hair was still a bit damp from yesterday's rain. I
ran a comb through my hair and hurried down the stairs, rapping a long red robe
around me. When I came downstairs, an unbelievable sight greeted my eyes. The kitchen
table had a long tablecloth draped over it and five plates were set on the table,
along with freshly made pancakes and glasses of orange juice. I looked around and saw
that my dad, Uncle and Aunt were standing in front of the table, smiling proudly.
Just then, my mother poked her head around the corner of the stairs, her eyelids
still drooping with sleep.
“What's going on?” Her eyes lit up at the sight of the pancakes and she
raced over and sat on the stool. Dad, my uncle and aunt looked up at her. My mum
looked at them, then at me, then at them again. Finally, she noticed that she wasn't
supposed to start eating without us and she had raced towards the table a little too
“Oh... err... nothing healthier than a spot of breakfast when it's piping hot,
eh?” she said, twiddling her thumbs nervously. I couldn't help it. I broke into
gales of laughter at the impossible sight of my MUM sitting on a stool, grinning
nervously and shuffling her hands sheepishly as her eyes darted back and forth from
the pancakes on the plates. I petted all of my pets before I sat down at the table.
No pet moved.
“Come on! We can eat now!” I said, slightly puzzled to the family members
standing next to the table. Dad, my uncle and aunt needed no second bidding. They
jumped onto their chairs and started eating the pancakes, as if they hadn't eaten in
“So,” I said to Dad through a mouthful of pancake. “What was the name that
you wanted to give to our new family member? Katy?”
Dad shook his head as he gulped down his orange juice. “No not Katy. I said the
name for the kitten should be...chops.” I almost let loose a flurry of giggles as I
turned to mum, who was taking a second helping of pancakes.
“Katy?” I said questioningly. Mum shrugged.
“What? I was trying to get you sleep so I had to think of a name to keep you
I shook my head in mock disappointment. “My, my, what a naughty mum you
Mum looked at me indignantly, her hands still shoveling pancakes into her open
mouth. “How dare you call me naughty?” she mumbled through the pancakes.
Dad laughed and clapped his hands. “Jane’s a naughty Mother.” The new
kitten watched, as his eyes alight with purrs as if he was giggling himself
As soon as all of the giggling and laughing had stopped, I said, “Hmmm,
'Chops'. That seems more like a boy’s name, don't you think? What would you say if
we changed his name to Chops? Like the piece of meat?”
My aunt started clapping her hands in agreement, and my uncle nodded too. The
kitten seemed happy. He rubbed his forehead against the sleeve of my robe thankfully.
I stroked his head gently. “So,” I said. “Chops you'll be!”
And that day was a day that I'll remember all my life. I think that Chops will
remember it too. That day, he had been given a new home, and a good but wired name.
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