It was a hot summer July afternoon when I was
helping my dad on his silver taco truck. A hungry young couple ordered
three soft tacos each. Standing behind this couple was my cousin Gigi,
who ordered a super chicken burrito with sour cream and cheese, while
Gigi’s mother ordered four soft tacos with no cilantro and onions for
the rest of her family. Mr. Howard, who stood behind Gigi, ordered his
favorite dish: Dad’s world famous super quesadilla with carne asada.
Suddenly, I noticed two Cheshire cats approaching the side of our taco
truck. It was the cat and kitten of one of our frequent customers. The
cat was named Goofina, and her kitten was named Tigger. Both cats seemed
lost. They were like two panthers looking for their home. Their owner
Jose was like a desperate lion searching for his lost cubs. I could see
and hear him from a distance screaming frantically for his cats. He
eventually approached our taco truck and asked us, “Sorry to bother you
guys...Has anybody seen my lost cats?”
“Sorry, sir. The cats just disappeared down the road. I saw them about
five minutes ago,” I replied.
I asked my dad if I could help him look for his cats.
“Sure. You can go. If anything happens, just call me”.
I threw my apron on the kitchen counter and rushed outside.
“Make sure that your phone has enough battery,” my dad yelled.
“It has enough battery, Dad, ‘’ I said this without actually seeing
whether I had enough battery power.
Jose and I began to walk down San Pablo Dam Road. It’s a busy street
with several shopping centers, gasoline stations, and fast food
restaurants. There was really no other place for the cats to go.
After ten minutes or so, we eventually found the cats. Unfortunately,
they were on the other side of the busy road sitting on the curb near a
traffic light. Since there were no cars trying to cross the busy street,
and no button to push for the crosswalk, the street light wouldn’t turn
green, which meant we couldn’t cross the street to get the cats.
All of a sudden, I noticed Jose began to pace back and forth while
grabbing his stomach. He was freaking out.
“Calm down, Jose. Calm down. Everything’s going to be ok. I’ll just call
my dad for help.”
When I reached into my pocket, I got the worst feeling. My phone was
dead! I never checked the battery level. I felt like crawling under a
“Dad’s going to kill me.”
Luckily for me and Jose, my best friend Kayla and her mom were walking
by with her cell phone.
“Hey, girl. Is your phone dead? Want to use mine?”
“Yes!” I responded.
“Ok. But first let’s take some selfies,” Kayla replied.
I had a big choice to make. I could wait for Kayla to finish taking
selfies, run back to the taco truck and ask my dad to pick up Jose’s
cats in his car, or tell Kayla that we need the phone NOW!
“KAYLA! DO YOU SEE THOSE CATS ACROSS THE STREET? PLEASE GIVE ME YOUR
PHONE BEFORE THEY GET HIT BY A CAR!” I pleaded.
“OH...Sorry,” said Kayla.
I called my dad and told him that we found the lost cats. Mr. Howard was
back at the taco truck eating his quesadilla. My dad asked him if he
could go pick up the cats.
When Jose and I got back to the taco truck, we saw Goofina and Tigger on
a table licking cold milk from a bowl.
“Goofina! Tigger!’’ Jose ran over and hugged both of his cats. Then he
“Thank you, Karla! Thank you Mr. Howard!”
Then I turned to my dad. “Sorry, Dad, for saying that my cell….”
“You shouldn’t have lied about your phone, Karla. You’re grounded…”
It turned out that a few weeks later Goofina gave birth to six more
kittens. Jose gave me and my two siblings a kitten each for my efforts.
He also gave a kitten to my dad so that he could forgive me. It worked!
I wasn’t grounded anymore!
Jose also gave a kitten to Kayla since she let us use her phone.
By the way, Kayla and I have taken many selfies since that crazy day
with the cats. These selfies look great because we’re always holding our