Homeless [antikvár]

ONEI still think you need a cat, Sunita," Zoe tells me as we bounce along in the school bus. We're going to Wild at Heart, the veterinary clinic where we volunteer. It's the perfect way to start the weekend."Forget about it," I say. "It's useless. My mother won't let me. End of story.""You're giving up too easily." Zoe fixes the butterfly clips in her hair. "You like cats more than anyone I know."She has a point. I've always loved cats. Longhaired, short-haired, tabby, Siamese, or stray. I adore them all. I can watch cats for hoursthe graceful way they move, that mysterious look in their eyes, the twitching tail, the cute whiskers everything about them fascinates me.My mother, however, doesn't like them. I think they scare her, though she won't admit it. Instead,