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And then she smiled at me. It was the most incredible thing. One minute she was a stranger, an orphan, crying out in the night. The next minute she was starring up with me, her big blue eyes full of light, with the goofiest grin you had ever seen.
She was a cute little thing, whatever she was. And even if I couldn't take care of a pet, I certainly couldn't leave her out in the cold. I carried her back inside, any thoughts of term papers and coffee drained from my mind. One thing at a time, I thought.
I walked back into the kitchen and put the little puffball down on our table. As I walked out to go fetch the box she arrived in, she looked up at me and shivered a little, her eyes beginning to water. She was afraid I wouldn't come back.
I brought my hand back down and brushed my fingers over her ears. At least they looked like ears. I told her I'd be right back and she wouldn't be left alone again. I don't know why I thought she'd understand, but she must have because that goofy smile returned to her face once again.
I opened the door once again and retrieved the cardboard box, tossing my jacket onto the coat rack as I passed. My mind was abuzz with questions. What was she? How should I take care of her? What if she was hungry, what could I feed her? Should I feed her now or was she going to go all Gremlins on me? I'd never had a pet before, not that anything could prepare me for raising a little pink marshmallow with cotton-candy hair.
I came back into the kitchen and froze. The table was devoid of pink. No bright poofy tail, no big blue eyes. My thoughts went to terrible places. What if she had gotten hurt? But then, if she was hurt, why didn't I hear more crying. |