The cat was not moving. It was lying the grass. The cat was black and white. was a pretty black and white cat. It cold outside. The cat was lying on its . It was dark outside. The porch light shined the cat. The cat looked at Sissy. “Mom, I have the cat?” she asked her mom. mom came outside on the porch. She looked the cat. “That is a pretty cat,” her said. “Can I have it?” Sissy asked. Her said no. Maybe the cat belonged to another . Maybe the cat was wild. If it was , it might bite Sissy.