It was my first day of summer vacation and I was asleep. I thought my Mom had already left for work, but all of a sudden, she barged in and dropped a greasy fur ball on my pillow.
To my surprise, it was a tiny kitten, smaller than my palm—probably not even old enough to be away from its mother.
My mom had found it in the middle of an intersection, where cars barely missed hitting it. I carefully washed her and shampooed her in the kitchen sink.
While washing her, I started to like her more and more and we decided to name her Roxy.
It took two weeks for Roxy to recover. She bumped her head a lot and she missed her litter box even more. I had to clean a lot of accidents around my house. But in the end it was all worth it, because Roxy was the best cat I could ever ask for. And it was one of the best summers I could ever hope for.
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