“Why is that cat howling at the door?” My father yelled. “Jason, put him outside.” Even Denise didn’t complain, for she couldn’t stand the wild howls Beau emitted any more than the rest of us.
Denis fed Beau canned cat food morning and night, but he often begged for more when she got home from school. “No, Beau, you can’t eat now,” she told the cat soothingly. Beau responded by heading straight to the door for a howl session. These invariably ended with one of us putting Beau, so she continued to feed him whenever he came by.
Then Beau, who thought watching television was a bad habit, initiated games of hide-and-seek with us at night. Hopping off the couch, he crouched on the carpet in a playful position. Then he hid, often behind the couch, and waited to be fished out. His antics mobilized the entire family—even Dad—as we chased him around the house, searching and laughing
Finally we had everything a family could possibly want—a house of our own, a loving family, and our very own pet, at last.