HOW ROY GILROY GOT INTO THE LOST AND FOUND BIN

I drew closer to see how the rosy tiny toes were making their way into

doll-size socks.

Maybe my furry tail showed or one of my paws.

I just felt a little hand patting my head and my neck. I couldn’t see anything.

Little arms pulled my head up from under the cot.

My whiskers got into my ears as I was dragged along the zipper of a sleeping bag.

This was happening for the very first time in my whole life and I hardly knew whether to run and hide or stay calm. Then I heard a whisper:

“You don’t have to be afraid. I want to give you a hug, kitty kitten.”

I took a deep breath and looked around. I couldn’t see any kitten.

“You know what, I guess you are mama cat because you are so big.”

She was definitely talking to me.

“Come, Elvira, put your toy in the bin.” Said Miss Amy.

“This is not my toy, Miss Amy.”

“Okay, then I will put it into the LOST AND FOUND BIN.”

“But, Miss Amy…”