My Name is Kitty. I live in a small city called Abbotsford. I love to play tag with the birds around town. One day when I was walking down the street to get some bread from the bakery trash can, I saw the most peculiar thing. There, sitting outside the bakery, was a tiger cub, chained up like a dog. Then a man came out, took the tiger by it’s leash and started to walk off. “Sir! Oh Sir!” I called to the tiger. The tiger turned around to look at me. “What is your name, Sir?” I asked timidly.
“I am Tiggy,” he answered, and then added, “do come with me to my mansion!”
“Oh, Sir, do you really mean it?” I exclaimed happily.
“Yes! And stop calling me Sir!” He growled.
“Yes sir! I mean, Tiggy. But you are a Royal Bengal tiger, are you not?”
“Come on Tiggy! Stop playing with the little cat.” Tiggy’s master called.
“This is your last chance, Little Cat!” Tiggy warned.
“Coming, Sir! And my name is Kitty”
Tiggy growled, and followed his master. I scampered along after them.
When we got nearer to the mansion, Tiggy’s master stopped and checked his mail box. It was then that I could study the mansion closely. It was big - Terribly big! It was painted pale orange with terracotta trim. When Tiggy’s master finished sorting through his mail, he noticed me. “Look, Tiggy! The little cat followed us.” then he walked up to the mansion, dragging Tiggy with him.
I silently followed them into the mansion. When we entered, I gazed in amazement at the high ceilings, expensive furniture, and priceless paintings. I was so busy admiring the beautiful room I didn’t notice that Tiggy and his master had left. After walking partway down a hallway, hoping to find them, I realized I was lost. I looked around nervously. “Where am I?” I thought. I whimpered. I looked around, and saw a very large painting of a tigress and her cub leaning against the wall. For a second I thought it was Tiggy and his mother, but quickly realized it was just a painting. I continued looking, occasionally calling out Tiggy’s name. After many fruitless attempts, when I was just about ready to escape out a window, I heard Tiggy calling me. I ran towards his voice. Soon he was in view. I let out a sigh of relief.
“Tiggy! Your house is amazing!” I cried. “And it’s so big I got lost!”
Suddenly some planes flew over the mansion. They had been carrying tomatoes but accidentally spilled their load. It covered all the windows and doors except for a little blue door on the west side that was covered by a balcony.
“Ug! I hate tomatoes!” Tiggy said. To Be Continued...
