When I turned 10 years old, I got a beautiful marmalade kitten called Heathcliff. He was really sweet and really adventurous. Anyway one day he walked into my room and lay down on my bed. I crept up behind him and gently tapped his back and ducked down under the bed. He jumped around to see what had tapped him. Nothing was there. He settled back down on the bed. I crept up and tapped him again. And yet again the cat turned around and nothing was there. I repeated this procedure about 3 more times until he got spooked and headed for the door. When he was about half way through the doorway I reached down and picked up poor Heathcliff real fast. It spooked him out so much he jumped about 3 feet into the air from my arms.

Copyright © Siobhan Bermingham, Age 10
July 13, 2001