The Making of a Believer
It was Christmas Eve morning, and I awoke with a mission: to find my lost cat, Baby-Girl, who is chubby and cute, fond of sitting in her one-and-only spot near the nearth (壁炉). AS I got ready, I could hear icy rain pouring down. I said a quick prayer for Baby-Girl. She was out there somewhere in the storm, I could just feel it. Sure, it had been six months since she'd gone missing, but I still had faith. It was the season for miracles, after all.
That summer, my sweet cat had disappeared from my parents' house in Indiana. Baby-Girl had been staying with them. At the time, I lived and worked in Washington, D. C. Baby-Girl had gotten out of my parents' house three days before I was set to fly back home to pick her up.
My dad and I spent that entire visit searching for her. Dad was the family's resident "realistic", which mean the spent a whole lot of time trying to prepare me for the worst. She's either been hit by a car or been taken in by someone who found her" he said. I rolled my eyes. Dad always supported me, but he was so skepticat. He could do with a little more faith!
Besides, though I couldn't explain it, I knew I'd see her Baby-Girl again. If any cat could do the impossible, it was my Baby-Girl. Even after T returned to D. C. without her and the weeks stretched into months, deep down I had this feeling that we'd be reunited.
How, home again for the holidays, I was de tem mined to pick up my search. I grabbed Baby-Girl's cat carrier and loaded it into the car, then persuaded Dad to drive me to the shelter, hoping she'd been found.
"Sharon, you have to be realistic," my dad said as we headed to the garage. "She's been gone too long. You're not going to find her."
"Well, I just have a feeling," I said
Dad raised an eyebrow a she climbed into the driver's seat to take me to the shelter.
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We were led to the room where the abandoned cats lived.
Shortly after, my shocked Dad drove us back home.
