Calla was a kitten that nobody wanted. She was a little grey
and white kitten with blue eyes. She was not fat and frisky like most kittens
because she had no home where there was milk in a saucer on the floor. She just
wandered about trying to find something to eat but being such a baby kitten,
she did not know exactly where to look for food. Usually the big cats found it
first.
Calla followed many different people, mewing in her sad
little voice as she ran after them. She seemed to be coaxing to· be taken home.
But usually the people would hurry along paying no attention to the homeless
kitten, scampering after them. Sometimes a person would stop and say, Scat!,
which scared Calla and made her run away.
"Oh Jerry," said Mother, "put that dirty cat
down."
"I want to take it home, "Jerry answered." She
is a hungry kitten I know."
"But," replied Mother, "we do not have much
food at our house."
