Cat

        

When I was a kid back in Russia, we went to the country in the summer. Friends were invited over, of course. And when two seven year old kids, me and my cousin are combined with another six year old, our friend, supervised by only by my grandma and aunt, for all of the other family was in Moscow working, many, many embarrassing stories happen. 

Me (Lena), and my cousin (Mish-Fish as I call him) had a big fat "family dog" named Moora, but our friend (Daria) didn't have any pets. So, naturally, we decided that Daria needed a dog. Now, Daria didn't like dogs. She liked bunnies and cats and cuddly things. But she did go with us when we decided to go around our tiny village and search for a dog for her. She liked adventures. So, with my horrible singing, we set out. I really thought I could sing well back then. And, unlike about 99.9% percent of 2nd graders, I was currently reading the three musketeers. 

I wanted to duel with someone, Fishy wanted me to please shut up, Daria wanted an adventure or a unicorn. That was when we met went the pond and saw a teen girl, maybe fifteen or fourteen throwing rocks into the pond. I told her that we wanted to find a dog for Daria and fight dragons, Daria told her she liked cuddly things and Fishy told her to make me stop singing. That was when the girl perked up. She told us she had a cat that had a lot of kittens and they couldn't keep them so they were giving them away. So, of course, Daria said she wanted them all (fourteen). After a whole lot of crying and phone calls and begging, Daria's mom said that they take one. So we told the girl that and she told us to get the kitten whenever we wanted to. Daria's mom and grandma told us to do that right before we leave the country because we were leaving in a day and they didn't want to upset Moora with the kitten. 

But Daria, Fishy and I didn't like that. We decided that we shouldn't wait a whole day before we get a cat. So we decided to get it immediately and hide it in my room until its time to leave. What could go wrong? So, in the morning, I went to the girl and got the kitten, hiding him under my shirt.

But what I didn't know what how much fur that thing had. And how many claws. He didn't really hurt me (that much), but yowled and ruined my pretty white sandals (see them in the picture?).  Turned out he wasn't house-broken. Who knew? Anyway, we locked ourselves and him in a room, but were suddenly afraid that we will starve because we were all alone and with no food. So, I, as the oldest, was forced to venture out and ask Grandma for lemonade. I did, of course, and Grandma saw all the cat fur on my shirt. You see, Moora was white. And the cat was a dark grey. So I couldn't say it was Moora. I shrugged, then blushed. Grandma gave me the lemonade but she obviously suspected something. I ran back into the room top speed, but not quick enough to stop Moora from barging in. Moora did hunt and once even attacked another dog, so it wasn't very smart to let her in. But it was too late. Moora, howling, ran into the room, and the poor kitty went out of the window.

After a very long time of searching for the cat, we found him and he lived with Daria for almost three years (I think). 

To my friends, if you stumble on this:
I know I have exasperated changed events. Sorry. Just something I do often. Also, sorry for craptastic art.

Edit: Fishy just told me Daria was five. Whatever.