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My Little Rosebud
By Karin J Ashton
Monday, January 21, 2008
Rated "G" by the Author.
Little girl in the summertime finds a yellow kitten wandering near her house
There was once a little girl named Rosie who lived with her mother and father in an old house right across the street from the school she attended in the 3rd grade. Rosie was a pretty little thing with straight brown hair, eyes like buttons and a turned up nose. She played in her yard under the apple trees. Her father built her a playhouse in one of them. She was a happy little girl.
One day she noticed a little orange cat had come into the yard. She was having a play picnic with her friend Lucia, who lived up the next street. They had just opened a bag of potato chips and prepared a bottle of koolaid for their picnic. There was nothing in the picnic that a kitten might enjoy but the cat climbed into Rosie's lap as if she knew that chips or not, Rosie's lap was a good place to be.
The girls had their picnic and the kitten took a nap on Rosie.
The afternoon went on and cars went up and down the street in front of the house. Rosie's father came home from work.
"Hi Rosie, watcha doin'?" asked her father.
"We're having a play picnic, Daddy," said Rosie. "Lookit the pretty kitten that came to me. Can I keep him?"
Rosie's father scratched his head.
"She might belong to someone, Rosie," said her father.
"Ok," said Rosie. "If someone asks me did I find a kitten, I'll give him back. I promise."
Rosie assumed that the kitten could stay with her. Rosie's father didn't say anything else about it.
That night the kitten got to sleep on Rosie's bed. She decided to name it Peaches because it was the same color as a peach her father had given her from his lunch pail when he came home from work that day. Little Peaches was curled up in a furry ball at the foot of her bed. Rosie told it good night when she fell asleep.
In the morning there was a knock on the door. A lady that Rosie recognized as a neighbor from up the way was standing on the porch.
"Good morning, Rosie," said the lady. "Have you seen a little kitten wandering around your yard? I've lost little Seymour, my new cat. I've only had him a few days. I can't find him."
Rosie suddenly felt very bad. She knew that probably Peaches was the neighbor lady's cat. She didn't want him to go. She didn't know what to say.
Just then Rosie's mother walked up behind her.
"Rosie found a cat in the yard yesterday," said Rosie's mother. "Wait here a moment and I'll go get him."
Rosie's mother came back with Peaches. "Does this look like your Seymour?" asked Rosie's mother.
"Seymour, you walked all the way down here by yourself?" The lady picked him up and cuddled him under her chin. Rosie felt very sad.
"Rosie, tell the lady what you named her kitty," said Rosie's mother.
"I named him Seymour," said Rosie. "I was hoping he could be my kitty."
The lady smiled. "Tell you what, Rosie. You come to visit me and you can play with Seymour. In fact, I happen to know the people who gave me Seymour have another kitty just like him. Would you like that kitty?" The lady was very nice.
"Oh yes," said Rosie. "I would very much like my own kitty. He can be Peaches, too!"
And that was how Peaches and Rosie came to be the very best of friends, for that very day her mother took her to see the people with kittens and she had her very own cat.
That night at supper her father said to her, "My little Rosebud," which was his pet name for her, "you were very brave to give Seymour the cat back to his owner. You deserve your own kitty, I think."
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