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second grade — and nestled into them, as if swaddled by her memory, was a thin calico cat. Her belly rose and fell in a slow, rhythmic purr. Curled up against her were three tiny kittens, no bigger than teacups.
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second grade — and nestled into them, as if swaddled by her memory, was a thin calico cat. Her belly rose and fell in a slow, rhythmic purr. Curled up against her were three tiny kittens, no bigger than teacups.
Her belly rose
and fell in a slow,
rhythmic purr.
I stared completely frozen!
Then Baxter dropped the yellow sweater by the cat, and her kittens continue reading …
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