Tabbitha, my Kat

I was 4 or 5 years old when I first met my cat, Tabby. I remember getting home from school and seeing the cat carrier on the floor in the kitchen. I asked my mom why there was a cat carrier in the kitchen and she left the room for a second and came back holding a cat. I'd always wanted a cat, but I wasn't quite sure if it was our cat or if we were just watching it. I was hopeful that it was ours. My mom said "This is Tabby; she's our cat." After she said that I felt really excited. I remember how soft her fur was-- she is orange and tan stripe-ish, short-haired. I thought it was funny that her name was Tabbitha and we called her Tabby because she's a Tabby cat.