Ocelot

Keeping him

Now the only problem was that, my parents won't allow me to have a cat, because my mother dislikes the sound that cats make when purring. I carried the kit in a basket with his very own blanket, to my room. And placed the basket on my bed, then I went down stairs towards the kitchen, got a small bowl and placed milk in it. My brother still hasn't noticed my doing this, so I had advantage of keeping my new friend with me. I walked back up stairs and saw the kit staring at me, it had emerald green eyes. I walked in my room, closed the door behind me and placed the bowl down.
    It saw what I had brought it, and the kit weakly tried to climb out the basket. It kept on meowing weakly, until I finally helped it out of the basket. It drank the milk gracefully, and I read a book, every once in a while I glance at the kit, then back to my book. The rain kept pounding on my window, it wasn't likely to have rain in the summer, so I took advantage of it. I really wanted to name the kit something nice, then the thought came to my head. Ocelot. I looked at the kit, and it stared back at me, I spoke softly ,"Ocelot" and it cutely meowed.
     After a two years, I taught Ocelot how to hunt with some of my toys. I would just throw one of my stuff animals across the room and he'll chase it. I also taught him how to climb, by going to the park, with permission of my parents, and let him climb a tree. Then I started to reflect how weak and scrawny he was, before I found him. Look at him now! He's a big strong and healthy cat! Me and Ocelot had a strong bond I whenever was sad, he would sit next to me and would have his tail curled up with my arm in it. He was always there for me, as I was there for him.