Who ever heard of a firehouse cat? Find out how a lost cat made a home out of a local firehouse.
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FIREHOUSE CATHow Cinder became a firehouse cat
By Mitch Ramski
AuthorHouseCopyright © 2011 Mitch Ramski
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Chapter OneI go to school next to a firehouse. I have a brother who sometimes goes to school with me but, not always, because he's very young.
Mom and Dad put me in charge when school is out and I have to make sure he comes with me. "Come on Leland you are such a slow poke" I always have to say.
After school some of the boys and girls will go and visit the firehouse before we go home. They always have snacks like cookies and they let us play with the firehouse mascot "Sparky".
Sparky is a dog they saved in a fire. Everybody likes Sparky and Sparky likes everybody. He is always ready to play.
After playing with Sparky some of the kids will do their homework at the firehouse and sometimes the firefighters will help.
(Sometimes you are better off doing it on your own my dad tells me "they are firefighters for a reason").
Some of the kids have parents who work at the firehouse. My dad works here.
(He always asks me about my day) Some days I'll go to the firehouse until my mom gets off of work and picks up my other brother from daycare. He doesn't go to school yet because he's a baby.
One day, after a snack I went to take out the garbage and I saw something behind the trash. It was a cat. He looked very scared. I bent down and said "Hey friend would you like a snack." The cat tilted his head and just looked at me. When I reached to pick up the cat he jumped into my arms. I could feel him shaking and I told him that everything is going to be okay. I took the cat into the firehouse and set him down. He stayed where I put him while I went to find some milk.
"Kelsey, what is this cat doing here?" said my friend Katie who was sitting at the kitchen table eating a cookie.
"I found him behind the garbage can; he looked scared so I took him in for a snack." I said.
Just then my dad walked into the kitchen with another firefighter.
"Kelsey, what is this cat doing here?" my Dad said.
I told him the same thing I told my friend Katie and then I said "maybe he needs a home?
"We don't know if he already has a home so we should see if anyone is missing a cat."
"Maybe if he doesn't have a home we could keep him dad?"
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