Helping Jingles the Kitten
Mariana. Age 11. San Pablo, California

It was Saturday night about eight thirty. My five-year-old sister Jessica, my eight-year-old brother Jose, and I were all watching funny movies and eating buttery crunchy popcorn and cotton candy that was fluffy as a cloud when my mom interrupted and asked me to take out trash.

While I was walking towards the trashcan outside, I heard a loud whimper.

I didn't know what was out there. It was very late. I wanted to see what was there, so I got closer and closer, but then my mom called me to get inside because there was more blue cotton candy. After a while, I started to worry about what I heard. I fell asleep after a while. The next morning, I went to check outside. A little kitten was on the back of a car.

I took the kitten inside on a little table on which my sister plays. It was cold. The collar said Jingles. When I was watching TV, it started to purr. When my mom came home, I asked her if I could have a cat for a few days. “Only for a few days,” she replied. I took Jingles out to play and walk, but they were putting out flyers. When I checked, they were looking for a cat named Jingles. I tied Jingles to a pole that had spikes like a thorny rose and looked at the flyer. When I looked back, Jingles was gone. It seemed like she had disappeared into thin air. I looked and looked, but nobody saw a cat with a sky blue collar. When I was walking home from school, some of the flyers were taken down. I looked at the flyer and ran. I was looking for the address that was on the flyer. When I got there, a little girl named Katie opened the door.

“Who are you?” she asked in a loud voice. “I’m Katie, by the way,” she shouted rudely.

“I’m Mariana. I’m looking for a cat about ten inches long,” I said in a shy voice. We were talking about Jingles getting a new home, but she disagreed. She wanted Jingles to herself.

“No, it’s not fair. You left her in the back of a car with no food or something to drink. It’s a kitten,” I replied in a higher tone.

“I’m the princess here. I rule, OK?” she shouted in my ear. In my head I thought “DRAMA QUEEN.” She gave Jingles back, but only because she didn’t have her papers so that she could prove she was hers. On the way home, I began to sneeze. My mom asked why I was sneezing. I sneezed all day and night. In the morning, my mom woke me up so that we could go to the doctor. When we got there, we waited for about ten minutes. The doctor asked if it had an animal that had thick fur. “Yes, I have a kitten,” I replied. He said I had to get rid of the kitten because she would make the problem worse.

When we got home, I got Jingles’ things ready to go. My mom dropped me off by Katie’s house to return Jingles. I knocked and gave her back. Before I left, she shouted, “Wait, we could share Jingles if you want.” My face lit up with joy. I was so excited and happy. I felt full of joy nothing else. Now we were best friends. 

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