I helped Whismur!

Today, It was raining heavily. The roads were filled with water, I was drenched. On the way back, I saw the usual black cat I see every day when I came back from school named Whismur. I saw that his fur was soaked. When I said his name, he shook an ear and thousands of drips of water splashed at my heels. I didn't dare touch him because he scratched me before. But I said, "I've gotta help anyway." I ran upstairs to get a old towel and ran back downstairs to cover Whismur. I was nervous at first, because many people were STAIRING AT ME. Even the people in the car. But I still put the towel on him. He didn't budge so I patted him. He scooched over to me. I coochied her. He licked my hand! When I came back home, my por por was not pleased. She sayed something that almost means: get that cloth back! You're wasting the cloth on the cat! I was ashamed... Peace to the world!