One day when Patch was jumping up and down on the front gate waiting for Kat to come home, the gate opened and Patch ran out. Later that night when Kat came home, her parents told her about Patch. “Kat, we have searched everywhere for Patch, but we’re afraid he is gone for good.” Kat was shocked. She didn’t know what to say or do. So she ran up to her room and climbed into bed. Kat began to realize how much she had missed Patch. All this time I had my best friend here waiting for me, and I just left him alone, Kat thought. Kat cried herself to sleep that night. Very early the next morning, Kat ran around the neighborhood looking for Patch. She asked every person she saw if they had seen him. No one had. She spent every minute of the next two weeks looking for her puppy, Patch. She hung up fliers with his picture on them, looked in every yard she passed, and even screamed his name everywhere she went. Her friends would call and ask her to hang out, but she refused. All Kat could think about was her lost puppy, Patch, and how much she missed him. She felt very guilty thinking about all the time Patch sat here missing her while she was out having fun. And each time she began to cry.
One day after school, many weeks later, Kat was hanging up new fliers on the poles outside the library, when a lady walked by. “That is a beautiful dog, you have there. Is he yours?” The lady asked. “Yes, he is my puppy, Patch and he is lost.” Kat answered with tears in her eyes. “I’ll bet you miss him, don’t you?” The lady handed her a tissue. “I miss him very much.” Kat told the lady. “What would you say if I told you I know where he is?” The lady asked Kat. “I would be so happy. I would do anything. You see, I didn’t treat him very well when he was home with me, and I want to tell him how sorry I am.” Kat looked up at the lady with tears in her eyes and said, “Please show me.”
As the lady walked around the side of the library, Kat followed her. Way far in the back, sitting in a little fenced in cage was Kat’s puppy, Patch. Kat took off running as fast as she could. By the time she reached the cage she could barely breathe. The lady arrived a few moments later, and opened the cage with a key. Kat ran inside and threw her arms around Patch who was very excited to see her. “I am so sorry, Patch. I missed you so much, I could never live without you. I am so sorry. I will never leave you alone again. Could you ever forgive me, please?” Kat was hugging and kissing Patch all over. Patch was jumping up and down on top of Kat. He had already forgiven her.
As Kat walked away from the cage with Patch walking beside her, the lady told Kat how she had found Patch. “I remember seeing him here with you once, but I didn’t know how to find you. I guess Patch remembered coming here with you once too, and he must have come back here trying to find you.” Kat thanked the lady for finding Patch and taking care of him for her. Kat realized that Patch wasn’t just another phase that she was going through. He was a part of her family and she loved him very much.
With tears in her eyes, and a smile on her face, Kat proudly walked home with her dog, Patch.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Part 2 of The Phases of Kat...
When Kat was ten years old, she wanted to be a rock star. So of course her parents went out and bought her an electric guitar with an amp. For a while Kat fiddled around with the guitar, she liked the different sounds it would make. But soon she became discouraged and the guitar started spending more and more time in the closet and less time in Kat’s arms. Her parents offered to get her guitar lessons but Kat figured that she already spent all day in school, why would she want to spend more time in school learning. After a few more weak attempts at playing the guitar, Kat quit and gave up. Pretty soon the guitar was buried in the back of the closet along with the EZ bake oven.
When Kat turned eleven and one quarter years old, she decided she wanted a puppy. Her parents said that they didn’t think that it was a very good idea, especially after what happened to poor old Bert. But Kat begged and begged. She promised to be more responsible and take care of the puppy all by herself. “I’ll do everything for the puppy. I’ll feed it, and wash it, and walk it and play with it all the time. I’ll even clean up any mess the puppy makes. Please…” Kat pleaded with her parents, but they still weren’t convinced that Kat could handle such a big responsibility. “Maybe in time,” her parents told her, “but not yet.” Kat wanted a puppy more than anything else in her whole life. More than the EZ bake oven, the guitar, the skateboard and even more than the goldfish. Kat decided to show her parents that she really was responsible, “I’ll prove it to them,” she said.
Kat started keeping her room clean, and doing all of her homework without even being told. She took out the trash, and helped around the house. She worked out in the yard, which was her brother’s chore, and even raised her grades at school. Kat really wanted a puppy, but how could she get her to parents to see that? Her parents saw that Kat had been doing a really good job with her chores and helping around the house. And they were really happy with how well Kat was doing in school, so when Kat was eleven and three quarter years old, they brought her home a puppy.Kat loved her new puppy. He was gray and brown with black and white squiggly lines all over his body. He had a white circle around his left eye that looked like a pirates patch, so of course she named him Patch. At first Kat didn’t mind all the work it took taking care of Patch, because she loved being around him. Every time she ate, she fed Patch his puppy food. She ran around the yard with him all day so he could get lots of fresh air and exercise. She brushed him and took him on long walks around the block. She loved spending time with her new puppy, Patch.
When Kat turned eleven and one quarter years old, she decided she wanted a puppy. Her parents said that they didn’t think that it was a very good idea, especially after what happened to poor old Bert. But Kat begged and begged. She promised to be more responsible and take care of the puppy all by herself. “I’ll do everything for the puppy. I’ll feed it, and wash it, and walk it and play with it all the time. I’ll even clean up any mess the puppy makes. Please…” Kat pleaded with her parents, but they still weren’t convinced that Kat could handle such a big responsibility. “Maybe in time,” her parents told her, “but not yet.” Kat wanted a puppy more than anything else in her whole life. More than the EZ bake oven, the guitar, the skateboard and even more than the goldfish. Kat decided to show her parents that she really was responsible, “I’ll prove it to them,” she said.
Kat started keeping her room clean, and doing all of her homework without even being told. She took out the trash, and helped around the house. She worked out in the yard, which was her brother’s chore, and even raised her grades at school. Kat really wanted a puppy, but how could she get her to parents to see that? Her parents saw that Kat had been doing a really good job with her chores and helping around the house. And they were really happy with how well Kat was doing in school, so when Kat was eleven and three quarter years old, they brought her home a puppy.Kat loved her new puppy. He was gray and brown with black and white squiggly lines all over his body. He had a white circle around his left eye that looked like a pirates patch, so of course she named him Patch. At first Kat didn’t mind all the work it took taking care of Patch, because she loved being around him. Every time she ate, she fed Patch his puppy food. She ran around the yard with him all day so he could get lots of fresh air and exercise. She brushed him and took him on long walks around the block. She loved spending time with her new puppy, Patch.
The Phases Kat Went Through and Her Little Lost Dog
Anytime Kat wanted something she usually got it. There wasn’t anything her parents wouldn’t do to make her happy. When she was six years old she wanted a Holly Hobby EZ bake oven like the ones she saw on tv. The first time she put her chocolate chip cupcakes into the oven, they spilled all over the inside, burning to a crisp and making a huge mess. “You have to clean up your own mess”, her mother said. Yuck, Kat thought. It was too hard to cook, and too much work to clean up, so Kat buried that EZ bake oven in the back of her closet, never to play with it again.
When Kat was seven years old, she wanted a goldfish like her brother Joey had. Her parents went out and bought her a fish bowl, pretty gravel rock and the most beautiful orange and white goldfish with black spots that she had ever saw. Kat named that fish Bert. She loved watching the fish swim back and forth, but, Kat hated having to remember to feed Bert every single day. It was hard and sometimes she forgot. More than feeding Bert, Kat hated the dirty mess the fish bowl turned into whenever she did feed him. So without telling anyone she started skipping meal time for Bert. Until one day, the fish went belly up, and she had to bury Bert at sea.
When Kat was eight and a half years old all of her friends were into skateboarding. So of course so did Kat. She begged her parents for a skateboard, and she promised to play and practice it all the time. The very next weekend her parents went out and bought her a skateboard with all the safety gear. At first Kat refused to wear the helmet and pads, because she thought she looked like a dork, but her parents said to wear them or no board. So everyday for a week Kat went outside dressed in gear from head to toe and rode her skateboard. It looks so easy for all my friends, Kat thought. But she soon found out that it was anything but easy. As a matter of fact, it was hard work. And we all know Kat hated hard work. So for a while she carried her board around with her, not actually spending much time on it, but it looked pretty cool in her hands. Within another week, Kat tossed the skateboard into the back of the garage and there it sits collecting dust to this day.
When Kat was seven years old, she wanted a goldfish like her brother Joey had. Her parents went out and bought her a fish bowl, pretty gravel rock and the most beautiful orange and white goldfish with black spots that she had ever saw. Kat named that fish Bert. She loved watching the fish swim back and forth, but, Kat hated having to remember to feed Bert every single day. It was hard and sometimes she forgot. More than feeding Bert, Kat hated the dirty mess the fish bowl turned into whenever she did feed him. So without telling anyone she started skipping meal time for Bert. Until one day, the fish went belly up, and she had to bury Bert at sea.
When Kat was eight and a half years old all of her friends were into skateboarding. So of course so did Kat. She begged her parents for a skateboard, and she promised to play and practice it all the time. The very next weekend her parents went out and bought her a skateboard with all the safety gear. At first Kat refused to wear the helmet and pads, because she thought she looked like a dork, but her parents said to wear them or no board. So everyday for a week Kat went outside dressed in gear from head to toe and rode her skateboard. It looks so easy for all my friends, Kat thought. But she soon found out that it was anything but easy. As a matter of fact, it was hard work. And we all know Kat hated hard work. So for a while she carried her board around with her, not actually spending much time on it, but it looked pretty cool in her hands. Within another week, Kat tossed the skateboard into the back of the garage and there it sits collecting dust to this day.
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