Every summer day, Tara would sit on her dog bed and look out her window. It was her window. No one else could touch it, no one could even come near it. It was Tara's and that was final.
One day her owner came in with a crate, but not just any cage, this was one of those dreaded cages her owner used to drag her to the vet. Tara ran into the corner, not wanting any part of that scary cage. But her owner set the cage down on the floor. And slowly opened the door to the cage.
Tara shook her head in confusion, usually her owner was putting her into the cage, but instead the owner was letting something out. A small animal with orange fur and blue eyes came wandering out of the cage. It was a cat.
"A cat!" Tara thought to herself. "Why....I've never seen a cat up close like this before." She wandered over cautiously. Weary of this newfound creature.
Tara stuck her nose out to sniff the cat, because dogs always did that to get to know eachother. The kitty hissed at her and flung it's claws in the air. Tara jumped back, startled by the small creature. Something was just not right.
Tara stayed far away from that scary kitty. It was not nice. Soon Tara's owner picked up the kitten and walked out of the room, but Tara followed after them.
Soon Tara found herself in the kitchen watching her owner pour food into a small dish. "Oh boy, food."
Tara thought jumping at the cabinet to get to the small bowl of food sitting on the counter. "No Tara no. This food is for ginger!" Tara's owner shouted pushing Tara away from the counter.
"Who's ginger!?" Tara wondered laying down on the kitchen floor. Soon enough she looked up to see that orange furred, blue eyed cat eating the food. THAT was Ginger. And if Ginger had a name, that meant that Ginger was staying and Tara did NOT like that.
Later on, when the day was over Tara decided that she was going to go to bed. All this cat nonsense had tired her out. But before she could get to her bed, she saw that the orange furred blue eyed cat was sitting on her window sill. It was Ginger. Tara was too afraid to go over by the kitten so she layed down on the other side of the room.
It seemed like Ginger had taken everything from Tara, and it didn't even take her a day to do it! Tara was discouraged and sad. She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, dreaming of the days that didn't involve that orange furred blue eyed Ginger.
*Boom!* a loud clap of thunder awoke Tara from her slumber. That orange furred blue eyed kitten came running to Tara. Tara jumped back. She thought for sure that, the little monster would attack her. But Tara was shocked to find, that the harmless kitten curled up next to Tara.
And so Tara layed down next to that kitten and protected it from the storm. "Maybe this kitten wasn't so bad after all." Tara thought to herself. And as she saw the orange furred blue eyed kitten drift away. Tara thought. "Goodnight Ginger."
