I walked over to the front door and pushed the button so the door bell can be heard.
In a few minutes, I heard the sound of kids laughing from inside the house.
"I'm coming—Blanket, please stop that"!
Michael was trying to control his youngest child who was acting hyper and excited.
He opened the door and I smiled.
"Hey Michael"!
I laughed, and then we both shared a hug.
Strapped to my shoulder was my cat backpack.
And inside was my tortishell cat Cinnamon.
She meowed as I carefully laid it down on the couch.
I unbuckled the leash to her out.
"Kitty"!
Blanket excitedly ran over to pet my cat.
Cinnamon leaned forward to sniff the little boy's scent.
"Be nice to the kitty cat, Blanket".
Michael reminded him.
Blanket gently petted Cinnamon and the cat began to purr.
"I carried her in my new cat backpack".
I showed Michael the thing I had brought.
"I've never heard of it before".
Michael curiously looked at the cat backpack.
Soon, Paris and Prince came out of their rooms to see me.
"Hey guys"!
I gave them both a hug.
"Is that...Cinnamon"?
Paris asked.
"Uh Huh. She's my cat".
I smiled, and gave Cinnamon a treat as a reward for being good while she was in the cat backpack.
