So we recently had a new addition to our domestic zoo. It all started when I came back from a hard day in the sixth grade and my dad said “Guess what I saw today?” and I said “what?” expecting it to be some guy he worked with that he saw running errands but it was not. I was informed of a tiny gray and white kitten he found in front of our house that ran away when he tried to pet him. I immediately named him Felipe and was told by my dad not to get attached,we weren’t keeping it. The next day he was spotted in our bush at night, my mom and I ran out and I was told to stay and watch him while she got us shoes but it was 20 degrees and I was wearing a nightgown so I wasn’t pleased. He got away but I called for a name change from Felipe to Leo,my favorite character for Rick Riordan’s Heroes of Olympus series, I’m obsessed with those books.
My mom started putting out food for Leo and my dad (much to my dismay) started mocking the name Leo and calling him Lazlo, the name of a man from a movie who lived in the walls. Soon Leo started living under our porch, once we even saw him watching Jurassic Park through the window but that night my mom went out to put food down for him and came back in holding him. I naturally freaked out. But it turned out he was super sweet. The weird thing is though our old cat Dwayne died a couple months ago and this cat was born at the same time, has the same markings, and the same attitude. Coincidence? I think not. My dad finally gave in and made me sign a contract stating all the thing I’ll do to keep him. He requested another name change and we called him Bilbo Baggypants because of how fluffy his legs were.
Once we were sure he was healthy mom said he was mine and I finally gave him a real name Percy Dwayne Nicely. I named him Percy after Percy Jackson.
Ciao,
Piper