Hannah KirchiroEnglish 205Reminiscence8/30/11Kitty the CatLast September I brought home a little calico kitten. She was fluffy and so cute
resist when I saw her in front of Safeway. E
ven though I hadn’t told my parents I knew they
uldn’t be able to say no, she was just too sweet. Anyways, I never named her. I tried a few
different names but none of them fit, and I ended up just calling her Kitty. She was a happy,hyper cat. She drove my parents crazy when she broke the lampshade (her favorite place to nap),and scratched everything in sight.
She seemed like a healthy cat, but in May of this year she got really sick. We’re still notsure what it was, but she wouldn’t eat or drink, and we had to try to force her to drink water by
g a dropper bottle. For 3 days I woke up every morning and didn’t want to go downstairs because every morning I was positive she’d be dead and I didn’t want to find her.
That Tuesday morning I went down to check on her and she was still alive. It was awful
to see her like that, she couldn’t even stand and it didn’t seem like she’d make it another hour. Icouldn’t stop crying. I didn’t have the money to take her to the vet so my little brother loaned me
all the money he had. My mom and I put my cat into a cardboard box with a blanket and sped totown to the vet right south of town. After a long ordeal at the vet where they finally gave usantibiotics and steroids, we got to take her home. The vet had given her water (through aninjection), and they told us t
hat if she didn’t get better she could need a blood transfusion, whichwould have cost at the least $900, and we had already spent $400. We couldn’t afford to spend
the extra money so we just hoped that the medicine they gave us would be enough.