“Why is that cat howling at the door?” My father yelled. “Jason, put him outside.” Even Denise didn’t complain
Denis fed Beau canned cat food morning and night, but he often begged for more when she got home from school. Beau responded by heading straight to the door for a howl session., so she continued to feed him whenever he came by.
At night. Then he hid, often behind the couch, 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.