time seeing, as the new sheets were nicely folded and not thrown together.
As I was making my bed, Buttons came into my room and jumped onto my bed to play with the sheets.
“Buttons! You silly kitty!” I laughed.
He always did this; he would make his way under the sheets and attack them. It was quite hilarious to watch, but he always made a mess of the sheets. Honestly, I could not help but enjoy his enthusiasm for playing around. I could always tell where he was by the lump on the bed. When I would touch him softly over the sheets, he would become excited and try to find my hand.
Sometimes his tail would hang off the side of the bed. His tail was so pretty. It was fluffy and the same length as his whole body. When we walked together, I would hold on to it and act as if I were walking him, using his tail as the leash.
After I finished making my bed, he poked his little head out from the top of the sheets. I waited for him to come all the way out so that I could put the pillow on the top of my bed. He walked over to my nightstand and started drinking from my water cup. Then I realized that I needed to change the water in the vase with the roses. So I grabbed the vase and brought it to the sink in my bathroom.
As I took the roses out of the vase to dump the old water, I was pricked by one of the thorns, but I did not feel it. It was strange that I did not notice until I saw blood on the counter. I tried to find out where I had been pricked, but I could not see any blood on my fingers or any cuts on my hands. I wiped the blood up in confusion.
I placed the roses gently on the counter to pour out the dirty water. Even though the water was brown, the roses were still as beautiful, if not more so, than a newly opened blossom. I washed out the vase and filled it with fresh, cool water. Then I grabbed the roses and set them back in the vase.
“There you go. New, fresh water for you to live in,” I said to the lush red roses.
I walked over and placed the vase on the nightstand.
After I looked at the roses for a little longer, I turned to Buttons, who was licking himself on my pillow. Once he realized I was watching him, he perked up. He gave me a look as if to say, “What are you looking at?” I giggled.
After this, he moved toward me and put his front paws on my chest. Though I knew that he was stretching, it seemed as if he knew that I needed a hug. With his paws still on my chest, he looked into my eyes, letting out a soft, sweet meow.
I rubbed my hand down his back as he began to purr. This made me smile. I loved Buttons so much; he always knew when I needed him most.
After this, I changed into some of my ratty clothes so that I could try to take care of the roses outside. I shut my closet right as Buttons tried to walk in.
I made my way out of my room to the foyer, worried about what the roses outside might look like. In the foyer, I saw a lot of the people who worked for us walking in and out, preparing for later. So I had to sneak outside, because I knew that if they saw me, they would not want me to go outside and become dirty before the funeral.
When I arrived at the rose bed, I saw that the roses looked extremely horrid. There were still only eight roses with any petals on them. All the rest had shed their stiff, brown petals all over the bed. The eight roses still holding on to life were brown, but not as brown as the petals on the ground. They only had about two or three petals left each.
I brought them water and then started to rid the bed of the petals. After I had cleared a majority of the petals, I began to water the roses. Since I had first realized that they were dying, over a week ago, I had taken care of them every day. Some of the stems were bending over, but they were all a dark green; it did not make sense. While the rose petals were brown and dead, the stems still seemed to have a little bit of life in them. After I finished taking care of them, I hurried back inside, hoping that no one
As I was making my bed, Buttons came into my room and jumped onto my bed to play with the sheets.
“Buttons! You silly kitty!” I laughed.
He always did this; he would make his way under the sheets and attack them. It was quite hilarious to watch, but he always made a mess of the sheets. Honestly, I could not help but enjoy his enthusiasm for playing around. I could always tell where he was by the lump on the bed. When I would touch him softly over the sheets, he would become excited and try to find my hand.
Sometimes his tail would hang off the side of the bed. His tail was so pretty. It was fluffy and the same length as his whole body. When we walked together, I would hold on to it and act as if I were walking him, using his tail as the leash.
After I finished making my bed, he poked his little head out from the top of the sheets. I waited for him to come all the way out so that I could put the pillow on the top of my bed. He walked over to my nightstand and started drinking from my water cup. Then I realized that I needed to change the water in the vase with the roses. So I grabbed the vase and brought it to the sink in my bathroom.
As I took the roses out of the vase to dump the old water, I was pricked by one of the thorns, but I did not feel it. It was strange that I did not notice until I saw blood on the counter. I tried to find out where I had been pricked, but I could not see any blood on my fingers or any cuts on my hands. I wiped the blood up in confusion.
I placed the roses gently on the counter to pour out the dirty water. Even though the water was brown, the roses were still as beautiful, if not more so, than a newly opened blossom. I washed out the vase and filled it with fresh, cool water. Then I grabbed the roses and set them back in the vase.
“There you go. New, fresh water for you to live in,” I said to the lush red roses.
I walked over and placed the vase on the nightstand.
After I looked at the roses for a little longer, I turned to Buttons, who was licking himself on my pillow. Once he realized I was watching him, he perked up. He gave me a look as if to say, “What are you looking at?” I giggled.
After this, he moved toward me and put his front paws on my chest. Though I knew that he was stretching, it seemed as if he knew that I needed a hug. With his paws still on my chest, he looked into my eyes, letting out a soft, sweet meow.
I rubbed my hand down his back as he began to purr. This made me smile. I loved Buttons so much; he always knew when I needed him most.
After this, I changed into some of my ratty clothes so that I could try to take care of the roses outside. I shut my closet right as Buttons tried to walk in.
I made my way out of my room to the foyer, worried about what the roses outside might look like. In the foyer, I saw a lot of the people who worked for us walking in and out, preparing for later. So I had to sneak outside, because I knew that if they saw me, they would not want me to go outside and become dirty before the funeral.
When I arrived at the rose bed, I saw that the roses looked extremely horrid. There were still only eight roses with any petals on them. All the rest had shed their stiff, brown petals all over the bed. The eight roses still holding on to life were brown, but not as brown as the petals on the ground. They only had about two or three petals left each.
I brought them water and then started to rid the bed of the petals. After I had cleared a majority of the petals, I began to water the roses. Since I had first realized that they were dying, over a week ago, I had taken care of them every day. Some of the stems were bending over, but they were all a dark green; it did not make sense. While the rose petals were brown and dead, the stems still seemed to have a little bit of life in them. After I finished taking care of them, I hurried back inside, hoping that no one
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