Waking up in the ray of warm sunlight, I jumped out of bed with my tiny little steps, excited to find Toby, my new cat that I'd just found the week before. I'd found him on our front porch, crying with a bloodied leg. It seemed that he was separated from his family and had been hit by a passing carriage on the road, leaving him weak and bloodied by the time I found him.
I'd pleaded with my mother to let me raise him, promising that I'd look after him with the utmost sincerity and affection. When she saw Toby's condition, she hesitated a little, knowing that he wouldn't have much longer to live. However, after some persuasion, she agreed to let me raise him in the hopes of saving his life.
Since then, I'd spent most of my time caring for Toby, playing with the cat whose condition seemed to be getting better every day. He'd even started jumping and running around the house yesterday!
