Rosey
By: Bailey White
If there are alleys inside me, there must also be hallways. I take a walk inside getting Rosey.
Rosey was my grandma’s cat and we had to watch her for a week; She’s this beautiful gray, silvery kitten. She’s a year old now but still small. My grandma kept asking us to keep her for a little longer and then eventually asked if we wanted to keep her for good. We said yes and she’s been my baby ever since.
Ever since then, we’ve been each other’s emotional support.
Whenever I have a stressful day at school, she’s always there for me. I go in to see her and she lays her head right on my shoulder. I head to the bathroom and she sprints after me wondering where I’m going, waiting for more snuggles.
The next morning, she comes in and chirps at me waiting for me to get up so she can be held. We have our morning conversation and the cycle continues.
Those are the best conversations.