Mom said when she greeted them at the door. “Take your soggy stuff off in the hallway and then come in for hot chocolate.” Mia and Carmen tromped on the doormat as they pulled off their jackets. Dad gave Mom a kiss as he passed. “Not so fast, mister.” Mom poked Michael in the shoulder before he could slip by. “Let me see this kitten.” Michael laughed as he unzipped his jacket. He lifted the tiny kitten and handed him to Mom. “Oh, I love black-and-white cats. That’s what we always had when I was a kid.” Mom touched her nose to the kitten’s. His whiskers quivered as he let out a little meow. At last. I’m inside again. This lady’s hands are so warm, and her voice is sweet. I wonder where I am … and if there’s food here. I’ll be super happy if there is. “No fair!” Mia cried when she saw Mom holding the kitten. “You said I could hold him first.” “No, I didn’t,” Michael said, “I said you and Carmen could hold him at home. Let Mom have a turn.” Mia sighed.
