I was let down in a small box when some children came and were really excited, licking myself in the soft box. The children came to pet me. I purred loud. "Isn't she cute!" said one kneeling down beside me. "She is," said another.
I grew to like the big house. But there was one thing I did not like. Being picked up by the toddler. I think her name was something like Betsy Bea but some people called her Elizabeth.
Copyright 2012 Pearl W. (8)