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The Missing Cat
copyright 1985

One morning I woke up at 6:30. It was raining very hard. Then I remembered I didn't let the cat in. Surely my mom didn't let her in, because when I got her she said, "She's your responsibility. I'm not gonna take care of her."

I started to cry. Jami would be drowned by now.

Jami is my cat's name. She's a calico cat.

Maybe my dad let her in. I sure hope so. Jami was so beautiful with so many different colors.

I started to look for her. I looked under everybody's beds; under the sofa, the love seat and even under the table, which is her most hated spot.

I went back to my room to get dressed. I put on my blue jeans and my "Where's the Beef?" shirt. I took the phone and called my dad. He said, "I'm sorry, Honey, but I didn't let her in." I started to cry again. he said, "I'm sorry. I thought you let her in last night. Tell you what. When I get home we'll go to the pet shop and get you another cat.

"But I don't want another cat, I want Jami," I cried.

Then I hung up, and went to the window. Jami was in the doghouse! I ran downstairs, put on my raincoat and went to the old doghouse. Jami was meowing loudly. I picked her up and took her to the house. Boy, was I relieved.

The End.

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