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Hey Amanda! I got my entry in for your Special Christmas Countdown Contest (https://lbpcentral.lbp-hub.com/index.php?t=82573-Special-Christmas-Countdown-GIVEAWAY!)! It took me some time to write, but it was worth it! I wonder how many of you will catch on to what's happening before the end of the story, which I couldn't think of a better name for. Now let's begin! Without further adieu, I present: A Loving Girl's Acceptance I don't understand people. They all look down at me. Most with disgust, A couple with pity. But there is a girl, A sweet, loving girl who looks down at me with joy and compassion! My friends tell me that she helps the ?homeless.? It is a word that I loathe although its true... The girl is kind, she gave me food one day. I was hesitant, yet it turned out to be the feast of my life. She was slowly gaining my trust... Days later she handed me a small sack, along with my now daily meal. I presumed that the sack held the malevolent creation known as money. Its small jingle was mocking but interesting. She had earned my complete trust in a matter of days and I grew in love! Her parents, however, did not. They were the other kind of people.... The ones who look down with disgust, if not antipathy. They wouldn't permit their child to get mixed in with my class. She was told not to go, but she disobeyed and was punished for that. I remember the day that it happened. Her parents came down to the dock, where I often meandered about, and they found her with me. We were eating a small lunch together. It happened so suddenly! A kick to my empty gut from her father's massive foot and four painful smacks from mother to daughter. We held each others gaze as long as possible, but I was soon knocked out from the blow. The last thing I heard was the loving girl's distressed shouts. I awoke in a trashcan, as usual, later on. My friends recounted all and scolded me for my feelings towards the girl. I hardly listened to them as I pondered where she could be. I didn't see her for days... The days dragged on and my heartache healed no more. My friends knew my strange emotions and became worried. We decided that it may be best to move on, literally. It was agreed that we were to set out for another city the day following tomorrow... I had agreed unwillingly. My nights were spent sleepless and foodless as always, but my energy was perpetual. It's only source was the love that I still held for my companion. I repeated my nightly search by going from rat to owl and everyone in between. My questions always concerning the whereabouts of the child. Their response was unanimous: a shake of the head and a solemn uh-uh. The day came. We hitched a ride on the next train to Pebble Town. I was last on the train but first to take watch. My reasons were obvious. I knew it was hopeless! And the train's whistle piped so... I looked about the heads of several people all cheerful, all happy as they said goodbye. Not to me but to their loved ones, of course. Then I saw it! A red wool coat! A flash of gold and silver hair! And two lovely hazel eyes! The unique characteristics everyone knew her by from the outside! As the train was leaving the station I saw her! And she saw me! Her voice called out above the rest! I knew where I belonged at last! I said a short goodbye to my friends and received a nod of approval from them at last. I jumped off the train with no fear in my mind. The speed was too much! My body bounced off the metal rails once, twice, and finally came to a stop. The crowd gasped but did nothing more. The only person to move at all was the girl... My caregiver... My acceptor... My friend... She picked up my fragile body from the ground and carried me back. The crowd parted and looked down at me as always, but they did so differently now... Most with pity. A couple with caring concern. I was happy to see this change, but my heart trembled of mixed pain and happiness when I looked up at her. She had a tear already half way down her soft cheek. We both knew what would happen, so it was normal to feel this way. I could feel it coming but I didn't want it to come! I wanted to see her be joyful as before! We had arrived at a bench, and I, still in her arms, stretched out my head to lick off the tear. It was salty but warm and comforting like her love had been... She started to drop tear by tear but said nothing. She didn't have to speak because knowing that she had cared as much for me as I had was enough. Knowing that she had never lost her love was enough. Never would anyone know what true love and compassion was... She bent down and gave me a single kiss. It was warm and beautiful! My body was held in eternal bliss. ---------------- Pass me a tissue, will you? Anyways, I hope you caught onto how it was actually a cat and girl love story all along! I hope you all enjoyed reading it and may you all take the message of love and acceptance in this story and spread it far and wide! A BIG HUG to everyone! <3

2013-11-30 02:51:00 Author: Bryan_Zuckerberg Posts: 874

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Thank you for this beautiful story. It reminds me of one of the homeless cats that we took care of. There are some people who drive with their cats as far away as possible and drop them off. It had happened with that poor cat which was found by a dog whose owner was curious when the dog suddenly jumped down from the road they walked, into a ditch, and started making weird noises. The owner followed the dog down the ditch and picked up the cat, who wasn't much bigger than a kitten. She wrapped it into a blanket and walked around with the kitten, and her dog, to all houses in the neighborhood (there aren't too many houses where I live, but they are quite spread apart). When she couldn't find its owner, she took the kitten back to our house and we agreed to take care of it. My brother named the cat Plopp, and he was always really cuddly. He used to jump up on my shoulders and either sit on one side, or lie down over my neck - just as long as he got to be close. Again, thanks for the story

2013-11-30 08:28:00 Author: Puttatittut Posts: 37

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