1997
Shadow, Grandpa, and Me
August 1997


“Shadow, Grandpa, and Me,” Friend, Aug. 1997, 32

Shadow, Grandpa, and Me

I have a very funny kitten. She followed my grandpa home one day, and she has stayed with us since then. We call her Shadow because she is black.

Shadow always looks up. She jumps into the empty bathtub, looks up at the towels, then jumps up to pull one down. When she is outside and wants to come in, she looks up at the window in the door and jumps up and holds on to the window frame with her paws and looks in at us.

Sometimes I think Shadow believes she is a dog. She jumps out of a hiding place and lands on my dog; then they roll around on the ground and playfully chew on each other. When my dog grabs a stick, Shadow runs around, trying to catch it. They even eat out of the same bowl.

Shadow really loves to look up at my grandpa. He picks her up and pets her and tells her what a good kitty she is. I think she loves him in a special way because he found her. She was very tiny and sick when she followed him home. He took her to the animal doctor to get her some medicine. Grandpa made her a nice, warm bed in our house too.

I am like Shadow. I like to look up high, too—way up to the sky. I can see birds in the trees and clouds in the air. I like to run with my dog and throw him sticks—but I don’t eat out of his bowl! And like he does with Shadow, my grandpa picks me up and tells me what a good boy I am. I love him in a special way, too, because he’s my grandpa!

Illustrated by Doug Roy