Hi, my name's Avaline, and I'm a cat, I belong to a girl named Avery. We have lots of fun together. One day, my collar slips, I decide to take a walk. Suddenly, I am lost in the city of New York, I can't find my way home!
A Lost Cat Lee yui yi,Lee yui ching
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Wait! I smell food! It's coming from that restaurant over there!
I stride over to the door, all I can see through the glass are shoes, shoes, and shoes. I stretch to my full height. Now I can see some knees. It's no use.
Someone's coming! I saw at the door, desperate to get their attention. They turn, and head for the door. The smell is getting stronger, I'm so hunger! Hold on! Is that a ...dog?! I run as fast as my furry little legs can carry me. Many, pant, pant.
I don't think I will be going back there any time soon.
The next day, I see a Avery' shoe disappears around the corner. I dart after it. When I turn the corner, there are cars and people everywhere but no Avery. I shake my head, it's hopeless.
It's starting to rain. I pad over to a tree and sigh. I see a dripping piece of paper on the wet concrete. It has a picture of me, my name, and a lot of words and numbers on it, but I can't read it properly. “Kitty!” someone calls out.
I look up. Waddling up to me is a toddler, about 3 or 4 years old. “Kitty!” she cries again, tugging at her mother's hand. Her mom turns around and sees me. “Oh! Does it have a name? She leans down. “I guess we can take it home.”
I hiss at being referred as an “it” three times. Then they pick me up and put me in a basket with food.
It's been three weeks since I saw Avery. They call me Erica now. I look up to see the mom close the door. They call her “Stella” here. I hear the dad, “Louis”, call in Rachel, the toddler. They're talking about me, I can tell. Suddenly, I hear Rachel crying.
I rush into the room, and the first thing I see is the piece of paper again. I see big letters at the top of the page, “MISSING”. I finally understand what is going on. They put me in my carrier and in the backseat of their car.
We drive for a couple of hours, and all that time I wonder if I really went that far. Soon, we arrive at Avery's house. I mew. “Ba-bye, Erica.” Rachel says glumly. They let me out and Rachel carries me to the front door. Ding-dong! The doorbell rings.
I hear footsteps on the other side, and the door clicks open. Avery's face is so shocked. “Avaline!” Avery cries “You're okay!”. She opens her arms, and I jump right into her hug. I'm safe at home at last.