Mango - My Story

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Life was stirring around me as my sleepy eyes gazed. I heard Meows, Barks, and Chirps from very far away. But today is different. There are other sounds today in the pet store.

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I heard footsteps, muttering, and whole a lot of screeching and yelling. I covered my paws and tried to turn to my left to avoid hearing any more annoying sounds. When I turned, I hit a metal stick, and I realized  I was in a cage. Well, that ruined my sleep. So I started to investigate what or why I was in this stiff, metal cage that I can't bite through even when I tried about a billion times.  Yeah, that is how strong it is.   I turned around and saw THEM.

 

Now I remembered it was adoption day. How could I forget? The foster kept telling us all week. It was a bit annoying, really, if you ask me. Then as I stretched my back, getting up. I looked all around. Every other cat or kitten is getting adopted except me.

 

I am a 2-month-old kitten, so I am naughty. I hung my head low, thinking I am never going to get adopted.

 

But then, I saw a kid coming through the door. I want him as an owner. Maybe he wasn't gonna choose me because of my embarrassing name, Halapeno10. I hate that name. At least that was what I thought. He was with his mom. They saw other cats in the cages. But he looked scared and confused, just like me. I kept thinking, "Look at me!".

 

My green eyes touched his black. I immediately knew he was my owner but was he going to choose me? That was the real question.

He walked around and came to my cage.  He and his mom reached into the cage, and I grabbed their hands, begging them not to leave me, but they took their hands away. I realize I scratched them. Umph! the boy said. But scratching is playing, so it's not an entirely bad thing, Right?

 

I don't know the human language, so I didn't know what that kid said to his mother, but then the foster put a sign on my cage bars. "Is he going to adopt me?". I thought as my heart raced in my chest. Then I saw the mom of the boy signing papers. The foster finally put me in a box with small holes. "I am adopted."

 

The mom of the boy carried the box. Then we entered THAT room. I hated it. I get pricked in that room. It pains! I tried telling him to not take me there. No use! I got stung again. Why? I am adopted. But anyway now it is over. It seems like every June, I need to get pricked.

 

I got into the box again and this time by myself. I want to get out of there. We went to the car. I was so excited, and I started meowing with joy. Wait! Something fishy is happening. Do you get it? FISHY?

I am in a seat, close to the boy, and I kept asking him, "What is happening?" and he kept repeating with an "SSh or Shh baby." Everything is shaking. I think we were going to his house.

Finally, we stopped. They took me into the house and into another room. I was put in a bedroom. The boy and his mom took turns playing with me that day. It is the best moment of my life. He called me Mango. Hey, that sounds like a nice name. It seems he loved the fruit.

 

Finally, I have a home, and it is so comfy, and I like it. Though they sleep at night when I play, so what? After a week of being put in the bedroom, I was finally able to wander everywhere else in the house. One day I got a collar as a present, and I look so cute in it. Now, I am one year old and 6 months, and now I am still living with them, and life is fantastic. When they go on an adventure, I will always be with them, by their side.

 

BYE!

                                                     The End