One afternoon, I bought some snack to the store in my neighborhood. When the seller gave my change, I saw a kitten walking and so busy wandering in the street. Since I love cats, I ask the seller if there's an owner of that little one. But he says, "there is no one owns that cat, so you can take it if you want." What a pity cat. His not that bad look anyhow, but actually his really cute enough for me. So I decide to adapt him, I really do. I carry him and put him in my arms even though I'm struggling handling with my foods.
When I got home, I didn't really expect that my father don't like him too. I'm so sad for him at that time, so I insisted to. Fortunately my father forgave me but he said that the kitten should live temporarily with us. Hearing that made me no choice but to accept his one condition. What a lovely kitten...
