When I was really young, I would crawl to the window and look outside. Wishing I could get out there. Several years later when I was getting around pretty good and faster than my Mom, I would stand at a window when it was raining and beg and plead with mother to let me go out. But she would tell me to go to my room and play.
Play what, I would ask? She would say something like, Play like you are a mountain climber! I would ask, how do I do that? She would say, crawl around, over and under stuff and pretend like they are rocks and mountains. So off to my room I would go. I would gather up all that I could and make a big pile in the center of the room. I needed a rope so found belts and things to make a rope. Then I would tie one end to the bed and drop the other end over the window sill and down to the ground. If I could only crawl up that tree it be better.
I hung on to the rope and out over the window edge, down the rope to the ground, but my rope was five foot short and I am only three foot tall. If I were to let go, I might get hurt, but my hands were slipping on that rope. It seemed like it took forever to get on the ground, but it wasn’t that far.
I landed in a puddle of water that was half mud and colder than an ice cube. Boy, if mom could see me now, I would be in big trouble. Oh well, while I am down here, I’ll just crawl up this tree and look around. I liked being up there, up above everything else. I had been there for some time, when mother came to my room to see what I was doing. She looked out the window and saw me up in the tree. She ran down stairs and called the fire station and told them to come and get me down, and hurry, as if I were a small kitten.
I was cold and wet and the shivering didn’t stop until I was in a tub of warm water. I was sneezing and soon had a fever. That saved me from getting a spanking. I kept getting sicker and sicker and a doctor came and gave me some terrible tasting medicine, but it didn’t help. I died anyway and my mother and father cried and cried.
Later, after the funeral and everyone had stopped crying, I was up high in the clouds , but I couldn’t see anything down below. A big bird with a long beak went flying by with something in his mouth. On the way back he stopped to rest where I was. I could move my legs and arms, but I never got anywhere. The big bird told me he was called a stork and some people thought he delivered baby’s to expectant mother’s. But he said that wasn’t true. We talked and after a while he asked, if I would like to go back to earth and live some more. Of course, I said yes. He then said, but you can not go back as you were or as human being, You would have to go back as a kitten and nothing would ever be the same again. I thought about that and told myself how much fun that would be, so I said: yes.
The stork told me to hang on tight and we went down and down and around until we came to a cardboard box in an alley, where there was a mother cat with several other baby kittens. I was hungry and had a time finding a place at the table to eat.
I hung on to the rope and out over the window edge, down the rope to the ground, but my rope was five foot short and I am only three foot tall. If I were to let go, I might get hurt, but my hands were slipping on that rope. It seemed like it took forever to get on the ground, but it wasn’t that far.
I landed in a puddle of water that was half mud and colder than an ice cube. Boy, if mom could see me now, I would be in big trouble. Oh well, while I am down here, I’ll just crawl up this tree and look around. I liked being up there, up above everything else. I had been there for some time, when mother came to my room to see what I was doing. She looked out the window and saw me up in the tree. She ran down stairs and called the fire station and told them to come and get me down, and hurry, as if I were a small kitten.
I was cold and wet and the shivering didn’t stop until I was in a tub of warm water. I was sneezing and soon had a fever. That saved me from getting a spanking. I kept getting sicker and sicker and a doctor came and gave me some terrible tasting medicine, but it didn’t help. I died anyway and my mother and father cried and cried.
Later, after the funeral and everyone had stopped crying, I was up high in the clouds , but I couldn’t see anything down below. A big bird with a long beak went flying by with something in his mouth. On the way back he stopped to rest where I was. I could move my legs and arms, but I never got anywhere. The big bird told me he was called a stork and some people thought he delivered baby’s to expectant mother’s. But he said that wasn’t true. We talked and after a while he asked, if I would like to go back to earth and live some more. Of course, I said yes. He then said, but you can not go back as you were or as human being, You would have to go back as a kitten and nothing would ever be the same again. I thought about that and told myself how much fun that would be, so I said: yes.
The stork told me to hang on tight and we went down and down and around until we came to a cardboard box in an alley, where there was a mother cat with several other baby kittens. I was hungry and had a time finding a place at the table to eat.
I learned a lot while growing up and soon I was out on my own, finding food and a place to keep warm and sleep.
Some years later, a man with a net captured me and took me to a jail. There I was put behind bars. I had done nothing wrong, No one accused me of anything and I never got a trial or a chance to speak in my own behalf. This sure wasn’t the cat world I was expecting. Then one day, someone left the door open and cats being curious, I left my cage to explore.
Time went by slowly and I traveled some. One day I was walking down this street and I saw this tree that looked familiar, so I stopped to get a better look. I wasn’t sure but it reminded me of something. I decided to crawl up the tree to the very top and I think I stayed there for several days, Then one day a fire truck with men came to get me down. They handed me to the lady that lived in the house and she decided to keep me .
"I am back" and who said you can’t have it all!
By; Ben R.
Mar. 6. 2012
Some years later, a man with a net captured me and took me to a jail. There I was put behind bars. I had done nothing wrong, No one accused me of anything and I never got a trial or a chance to speak in my own behalf. This sure wasn’t the cat world I was expecting. Then one day, someone left the door open and cats being curious, I left my cage to explore.
Time went by slowly and I traveled some. One day I was walking down this street and I saw this tree that looked familiar, so I stopped to get a better look. I wasn’t sure but it reminded me of something. I decided to crawl up the tree to the very top and I think I stayed there for several days, Then one day a fire truck with men came to get me down. They handed me to the lady that lived in the house and she decided to keep me .
"I am back" and who said you can’t have it all!
By; Ben R.
Mar. 6. 2012
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