The lonely cat in distress!

I know it was the wrong decision but I couldn’t just leave that poor thing just lying there.I’m Matthew by the way but you can just call me Matty, I’m a typical 10 year old, scruffy living boy. I live with my 14 year old brother called Ron (but I call him Ron Weasley), my younger sister called Leila, my dad, John and my Mum, Sophie. I was out in my verdant garden casually playing football when suddenly I heard a loud rustling in the bushes. I was full of wonder, so I decided to carefully and quietly go up to the bush and have a quick glance.I couldn’t believe my eyes. I was shaking from head to toe and I had my heart was in my mouth. There was a helpless black and white cat curled up in amongst the clutter of leaves and twigs at the bottom of a tree stump. It couldn’t even get up and walk. It must have fallen out the tree. I felt so sorry for it. As I said earlier I couldn’t just leave it suffering there and I didn’t want to call the RSPCA because what if they took too long or did something horrible to it. So I decided to take it in and hide it. I was so excited but it would be hard to keep it a secret and feed it.

I put it in a big cardboard box and put some air holes in it and just in case I left the lid half off. The next thing was to find a hiding place. I looked Everywhere but the only place that was safe that I could find was under my bed. So I got it a food bowl (just an ordinary bowl) and a water bowl (again, just an ordinary bowl). I also put a blanket in there for it to sleep on (I don’t have a cat and I never have so I didn’t have a cat bed). I knew it would be hard. I would have to:

Bandage the wound

nurse it every day

wash it

supply it with food and water every day

and hardest of all, keep it a secret. So for the rest of the day I played on my computer in my room and kept an eye on the little thing. I wanted to name it but I didn’t know if it was a boy or a girl so I just called it Patch(I suppose that could be a girls name). When it came to dinner time I got asked by my mum and dad: “ Why were you looking in that bush for so long?”

So I replied “ I was looking for my football.”

“But I thought you were playing on the trampoline.” questioned my mum

“No I was playing football, you knew that,” I explained

“Oh ok” replied my dad, just carrying on eating. Phew that was a lucky escape. when I finished I checked on Patch. He had his eyes closed, I started panicking, I thought he was dead and then I saw him breathing. He was just fast asleep. I quickly bandaged up the wound ( it looked so painful).I couldn’t get to sleep, I couldn’t stop worrying about Patch but in the end I managed to get to sleep.

At 3 in the morning I heard clattering downstairs so I went downstairs to check what on earth was happening. All I could see was Patch sleeping in my wrecked rabbit cage, I thought he had eaten my rabbit(who by the way was called Button) and then I felt it hop up to me so I knew he was fine but the room wasn’t. It was absolutely trashed. And when I thought things couldn’t get any worse, my younger sister came down and SCREAMED but I don’t think she saw Patch, I’m not sure though.

“I’m telling mum!” she cried. Then I thought it really couldn’t get worse but it did. My mum came down.

“What’s going on!” exclaimed my mum in disbelief.

“Matthew wrecked the room, Matthew wrecked the room!” chanted my little sister, Leila.

“No my Nerf gun fell down on the cage, and it’s Matty, not Matthew,” I explained.

“Oh, blah, blah, blah,” said my sister rolling her eyes.

“It’s true!” I replied

“Oh whatever I’m going back to bed,” announced my mum

“same,” copied my sister .So I just followed them upstairs but not forgetting about Patch or Button. I put Button back in her cage and, in an instant she flopped down lying on her side. I’m actually really surprised how quickly I fell asleep after all that but I could hear Patch fidgeting about like mad.

Guess what woke me up that morning at 6 O’clock. Patch was obviously feeling much better because when I woke up he was lying at the end of the bed curled up and fast asleep. I went down stairs to get him some food and he instantly got up and followed me downstairs. I quickly but carefully grabbed some food and plopped it in Patch’s bowl. I don’t know why but when I put the bowl down Patch scratched me (but I suppose I can forgive him because all cats do that). I quickly crept upstairs and at first Patch just watched me then he got up and followed me back upstairs. When I woke up I found myself running round my room looking for Patch and then my mum came in. Bad news! “What on earth are you doing,” questioned my intrigued mum.“Um, I’m looking for my, Er, book,” I replied

“Your book?” she questioned again

“Yeah, I dropped it,” I explained “Oh here it is”

“Ok, have a good time reading.”I couldn’t tell if that was supposed to be a joke or not. Then, after all that he was still asleep under the bed. I had to leave Patch upstairs at breakfast otherwise the whole family would see him. At breakfast I was really relieved because no-one talked once. After breakfast I had to make a really big decision, whether to let Patch go or to keep him. I felt he was ready to live a free life. Just when I was saying bye I realised that he had a tag on his leg but it didn’t have any phone number or a name of an owner but it did have a number on it, 456 to be exact. So I thought I could use that to recognise him. When I was releasing him at first he stayed by my side but with a bit of encouragement and a bit of time he went through a hole in the fence. I think I might of been crying because my mum said to me:“what’s wrong Matthew”“Oh nothing I’m fine it’s probably just my hayfever,” I repliedI would normally correct my mum to say Matty but I couldn’t be bothered. I went upstairs to get my jumper from my room and when I came back Patch (yes you heard my, Patch) was sitting at the back door.“Go Patch, go,” I whispered to him.Then I had to pick him up and place him over the fence. He looked at me with wide eyes. Then he turned round and walked slowly towards the back of the garden.

3 Years later

I was playing on my trampoline and then I got called in for dinner. When I walked inside the house and closed the door. I heard a scratching on the door.

“My window!” shouted my dad in annoyance “It’s getting scratched!”

“Shoo, Shoo!” screamed my mum.

I opened the door and guess who I found. PATCH is what. I was screaming inside trying not to show that I knew him. He came with three kittens. One black, one ginger and one just like him, black and white. I didn’t know if that meant he was a girl but I didn’t have time to say hello and if he didn’t have kittens with him I would barely of been able to see him.“Kittens!” screamed my sister in joy “they’re soooo cute!”

“Don’t scare them away honey,” my mum told my 8 year old sister“Too late,” I addedAt dinner my mum asked me who that cat is and I just said “I don’t know”. When I went to bed I couldn’t stop thinking about Patch. “Is he a girl, how did he find his way back,” are the exact words I was asking myself.

THE END