One day back in October me and my brother were walking from the bus-stop to our house when we heard this odd noise. It sounded like a far off crying of a person. We turned around to see a skiny little calico kitten about 10 feet behind us. She ran up to us and started weeving herself between our legs as we walked. She had a pitiful little mew. Its sounded like static from a radio. It was a cold and rainy day, and we live out in the country were cyotes roam and we hear them about every week at dark. So, she followed us a mile to our house were we decided to hide her in my brothers room. I got her some food and water and she wolfed the food down, not so much the water. My mother came home and I decided to show her the cat before she accidently came across it herself. The momment she saw the kitten her heart melted. 
I could tell my mom wouldnt have a problem with keeping her, but my dad would. He hates getting new pets. To him they just mean more money to waste. Well, my dad came home and had a fit. With some gentle persuasion, he was convinced. 
The kitten stayed with us for about a week. Around this time we had a name for her. Cinnamon, since she was a hodge-podge of colors, moslty black and brown. She had grown on all of us. She was so cuddly and loved to be petted. My dad decided to give her a chance. If I handed out flyers for a lost cat and nobody called for a week, we could keep her. A week passed. Nobody called. It was official! She was fixed and vaccinated and now lives the life of luxury. Shes about 8 months old now and has grown more hyper and trouble-making then cuddly. So far she has frayed some new carpet, soiled a blanket and some of my brothers clothes, and numorous bathroom shag-rugs. She has her momments though.
Our family still wonders what life she had before she follwed my brother and I home. We think she used to be a farm cat and simply wondered off or got dropped off out in the country by her previous owners. But we will never know. Now I cant imagine life without her.
I could tell my mom wouldnt have a problem with keeping her, but my dad would. He hates getting new pets. To him they just mean more money to waste. Well, my dad came home and had a fit. With some gentle persuasion, he was convinced. The kitten stayed with us for about a week. Around this time we had a name for her. Cinnamon, since she was a hodge-podge of colors, moslty black and brown. She had grown on all of us. She was so cuddly and loved to be petted. My dad decided to give her a chance. If I handed out flyers for a lost cat and nobody called for a week, we could keep her. A week passed. Nobody called. It was official! She was fixed and vaccinated and now lives the life of luxury. Shes about 8 months old now and has grown more hyper and trouble-making then cuddly. So far she has frayed some new carpet, soiled a blanket and some of my brothers clothes, and numorous bathroom shag-rugs. She has her momments though.
Our family still wonders what life she had before she follwed my brother and I home. We think she used to be a farm cat and simply wondered off or got dropped off out in the country by her previous owners. But we will never know. Now I cant imagine life without her.
