Charlie and I are playing basketball, and we see a cat. The cat is gray and cute and small. Then it tried to climb the wall but it don’t know how to climb the wall, so it go to the flowers. We followed it and called it so it will come to us.
I said, “Charlie, let’s name the cat Strawberry!” and Charlie called the cat Strawberry. Mum said Strawberry is a gay name for cats, but I like it, and I call it Strawberry. But the cat did not like us. My mum said “Don’t go to the cat.” Mum don’t like us to play with cats because Charlie and I have asthma, but I like the cat so when we see the cat climbing the window of the yayas’ room, we shout “Strawberry! Strawberry!” but it did not go to us. And then it got lost, and then I did not see it forever.
Sometimes, I think about Strawberry. Maybe Strawberry is a charm cat. Mum and dad watched a movie before, and mum said she wants to be a beautiful old lady wearing black dress always, and pearls, and she will have a charm cat and a charm life. I don’t know what a charm cat is. Maybe a cat with magic powers? Maybe Strawberry is a charm cat and has magic powers, but maybe not because Mum don’t like us to play with Strawberry. And I think I have to stop now because Mum says this is very long now. Bye.
