for the love of cats
When i was eight years old we had a cat called Sally, she was orange and white. One day, i woke up to her crying outside. I was not allowed to open the front door by myself, so i went to the window. I said to Sally "Walk along there, climb up there, walk along there and i will pull you in". Sally did everything that i told her. I really had to lean out of the window to reach her and i managed to get her in without dropping her. She must have really trusted me. When i got her in i got in bed and sat her on my knee. Whilst she was lay on my knee i noticed a bubble appear at her bottom. I then put her on the floor. She did what she had to and i sent my sister for some toilet paper. While my sister was getting the toilet paper, the number two that i thought Sally had done started to move, it was a kitten!!!!
This expereience has never ceased to amaze me, in that, Sally understood everything i told her to do, to get in the house. And if i knew what was happening, the kitten would have been born on my lap. I feel most privileged to have had this level of trust as a eight year old girl from Sally and it still fills me with wonder.