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The cat from the dead.
(based on a real story.)
I felt like i was in a rut. like my existance didn't matter, and like my life was a pattern. Then the doorbell rang. and i opened the door. there was carry, my best friend, holding a cat.
carry: look beth! i saved this cats life! it was gonna get hit, but i ran in the road, and stopped the car! im so happy. we should keep it!
I was exited that carry had foung a cat, but i knew i couldnt keep it. my dad was alergict, and max would shurly go insane. it was cute, and it looked like a kitten; soft and fluffy.
Me: oh boy do i wish! be u no my dad. hed shoot it if she got near him. but maybe we can keep it as an outside cat. that should be ok.
Carry: but how would we feed her? and more importantly, what will her name be?
I thought about this for a second. I knew carry liked the name shiloh, but thats more for a dog. then it came to me. it may be a boys name, but its who carry's crushing on.
Me: how about Eliot?
Carry: OH!! PERFECT!!!! i cant believe i didnt think of that! so well call her Eliot, and well always love her.
She put eliot down, and asked for some gold fish. she says that cats like those. i got the fish and eliot ate a 2. after that eliot purred and we both gave her a big hug.
That night i told my parents about eliot. my dad wasnt to happy, but my mom thought it was cute and wanted to find her a good home. I went to bed. but the next morning i rushed down stairs to see eliot. and there she was as loyal as ever. but why was she in the STREET!!!!!
to be continued... (gets a whole heck of a lot better!)