• ‘Bored. Bored…ITS SO BORING HERE,’ I thought to myself as I lay on the bed in my grandparents guest room. I have come to stay at my grandparent’s farm house in Halfway Oregon for the summer. My grandfather got me a job as a painter for the local church. I got up and went down stairs.
    “Grammy, I’m bored,” I yelled as I was walking down the stairs. “Don’t you have something I can do?” No one responded. I then became worried. What if they died form watching a scary movie? Or tasted something to hot. There old, it could happen. I ran my way down the rest of the stairs into the kitchen.
    “Grammy,” I yelled. There on the contour was a note. I rolled my eyes at how stupid I am and picked up the note.

    “Brooke. We went to see some friends. We would have taken you with us, but you were sleeping. There is some food in the fridge if you get hungry.
    Love Grammy”

    ‘Great’ I thought to myself. ‘They get to go out and have fun and I get to stay here and be bored all by myself’. I opened up the fridge and in there was my favorite meal, pork noodle soup. I smiled to myself and took it out and put in into the microwave to warm up. As I waited for it to warm up I looked out the window. It was truly beautiful there. The sun was setting in the west. This caused the sky to a glowing orange.
    “I guess it’s not that bad here.” Then something caught my attention. A gray cat was sitting in the middle of the lawn cleaning itself. I opened the widow to get a better look at it. For some reason, this window didn’t have a screen. But as I opened the window, the microwave let out a load buzz. The cat looked up and looked at me. Our eyes met for a split second, but I could see it had bright blue eyes. The cat then ran across the lawn into the long grass of the field.
    I sighed to myself and closed the window. I opened the microwave and got out my noodles. The bowl was to hot so I put it down on the counter to cool. I walked to the living room and sat down on the couch. I sat and stared at the black screen of the TV.
    ‘Turn on,’ I thought to myself. Nothing. ‘Damit, I thought I could turn it on with my mind.’ I got up and walked out on to the back porch. As I stood there and looked at the mountain, a white cat jumped up onto the porch. It did not notice me and started to clean itself.
    “Hey there little guy,” I said quietly. The cat turned and looked at me. It had bright blue eyes just like the gray cat. As I bent down to pet the cat, it ran away. “OH NO YOU DON’T,” I yelled as I ran after the cat. He ran across the front lawn and down the driveway to the barn. I ran to the barn door. I tried to open the big heavy door, but I had no luck. It was locked. I started to walk away. But instead of walking back to the house, I walked further down the driveway. At the very end of the driveway were three piles of wood. One for each stove in the house.
    I started to claim the smallest wood pile. At the top I tried to strand up straight. I could and said in a noble voice, “I claim this wood in the name of England.” I giggle to myself and jumped down off the wood.
    As I began to walk away, I saw a group of kittens playing behind of the wood piles. I started to walk slowly toward them, trying hard not to make any noise. As I got closer I could see they were all white or gray cats. As I got even closer I herd a cracking sound under my feet. I look down and saw I had stepped on a twig. I looked up and all the kittens were gone all but one. It lay there on the ground not moving. At first I thought it was dead. Like the other cats, it was gray, but it had patches of white in its fur. I walked over to it and kicked it just a little with my foot. This caused the cat to look up at me. It had bright blue eyes like the other cats. I bent down and picked the small cat up. Its tail was broken and its nose was bleeding. It licked my fingers and started to clean the blood off. I turned around and started to walk back up the drive way to the house. As I was walking the small cat started to purr. I smiled down at it.
    “I think I will name you Hatchi,” I said to the small kitten, “do you want to know what it means. As if the kitten knew what I was saying it started to purr louder. “It means dog in Japanese”
    Hatchi is now nine months old and a very beautiful cat. She lives with my grandparents and is happy to be alive.