EH-HEM!! Ok, thank you, everyone, for giving me your very, very, VERY interested attention *Nobody cares about your stupid story, Aairah* and I would like to tell you the story of my cat.
Let’s just say that I was a normal, yes, very normal person when this day came by *Like you expect people to believe that* and that day happened to be a Friday. I was hopping off of the bus from my school, which was Gallimore Elementary. I was in the third grade! Hurray!
Not that exciting, Aairah. Anyways, I was walking down the path to my house, all expecting to see my boring old family in our boring old house doing the same boring old things.
So, long story short, all my life I had wanted a cat. So I waited. And waited. And waited. Until finally I gave up on myself.
Instead, when I walked in our surprisingly empty house, all I found was my great old grandma.
“Umm… Nani? Where did Mommy and Abba go? And Aapi?” I asked her (Nani is my grandma, Mommy is my mom, Abba is my dad, and Aapi is my sister).
She frowned and shook her head. “Aairah, I don’t know,” She said in Urdu, which sounded like, “Aairah, humko nahi patha hai.” then she said, “Groceries lana gahi tha. Tomorrow party hai, na?” (They went to get groceries. Tomorrow is a party, right?)
I nodded. “Thanks, Nani.” I dumped my backpack on the ground and took out my Chromebook. I opened up my ecosystem project on Google Docs.
After about ten minutes of fixing, typing, fixing, editing, searching, finding, and about a bajillion other things for my ecosystem project, I finally heard the garage open! I shut down my Chromebook and ran to the laundry room door just as it opened. But my mom was holding a box.
Not a regular one. It looked like a cardboard house, with holes poked at the top. There was even an imprint of a cat…
“Mommy?!” I shrieked. Tears pricked my eyes. “Did you…?” My mom happily nodded and opened the box. Inside, was a beautiful brown and white striped kitten. My grandma tricked me! I held it in my arms, but it refused to stay.
“OHMYGOSHOHMYGOSHOHMYGOSH!” I squealed, hugging my mom, dad, and sister. “You guys are the best! I can’t believe it!”
I mean, all this time, waiting for a cat, knowing that I won’t get one… and just a Friday afternoon and WALA!
“Go on, play with it!” My mom tells me, scooching me forward as the cat strolled through the halls.
“Mommy, it needs to get used to our home first!” My thirteen year old sister laughs.
After a couple days of arguing, fighting, listening, sighing, we came up with the name “Shekhu”. And that sure suits him (Shekhu means lion).