This week I found a cat. I was in our spare bedroom when I heard meowing. I looked out the window onto the porch to discover a very skinny looking cat. I went outside to see the cat and when I opened the door he ran right up to me. I then sat on our step by the door and he crawled into my lap. He began to rub against my hand and purr when I petted him. I knew my dad disliked cats so i asked my mom what to do. She allowed me to keep the cat, whom of which I began calling Mr. Kitty, in the bathroom downstairs. My dad isn't allowed to know that I am hiding a cat in our basement..
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