This story is written by my eleven year old grandson, Adam.
On my eleventh birthday, God gave me a kitten. I walked outside that morning with my mom and brother. We found a friendly orange tabby. He was so cute and cuddly, we decided to keep him. We saved him so he won't go in the busy road. He meows a lot and he is playful. We call him Nibblerz because he will nibble on your fingers and toes.