Andreanna Ulery, Age 10
Emerson Elementary
I have always been used to my own way of living, in my house, with my people. They don’t even know I can talk. But I can. I know it might be strange hearing about a cat who can talk. My name is Holly. I am an orange tabby with green eyes. I was adopted two years ago but one day the humans stuffed me in my carrier and put me in their car. They dumped me in a big city! I wanted to yell, “Come back!!!” But that would be startling to hear a cat who can talk, so I meowed. The next morning a lady yelled “Shoo cat!” at me, and I ran. I was three years old. It was evening when I found a home. But I didn’t yell because it was way late and nobody was awake. I had twisted my paw. That morning I yelled, “Help me! I hurt my back paw!” The people came and I said “Help!” They looked like they would have a hairball. But they wrapped me up and took me home. I sat on each person’s chest and said “Thank you.” I am now an old cat and I talk frequently. I love my family. The end!
