We took the cat home. When she was walking around the house I realised that she was doing it in a strange way. Then I understood it wasn't my cat! My mum had found a wrong cat. We didn't know what to do. Then somebody knocked at the door. When I opened it, my cat was sitting on the shoescraper. This time it was the right pet.
It turned out that a little girl, who lived in an apartment above us, had taken our cat.
But now we had two cats and we didn't know what to do with the cat which wasn't ours. We asked our neighbours who the black cat belonged to. It turned out that it was an elderly lady's cat. So we gave it to her and everybody was happy.
It was a funny adventure.
Ola, class III "e"