Lyda, the Memoir

I’ve got some good news and some bad news, so I will start with the bad news. I forgot my laptop at home and cannot get it until next week. The good news is I happened to have a rough copy of my memoir on my iPad! I don’t really know how to post documents into a post on my iPad, so I have posted my rough copy below. The better version of this is currently in Greensburg, PA and I have no way of accessing it so I posted this copy. Enjoy!

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     This is the story of the time I took my cat for a walk outside.
     This story starts in the winter. My family was heading home from another trip to Grandma’s. As we were driving through our housing plan, I noticed small footprints wandering around my neighbors driveway. The prints were everywhere. They were extremely tiny too. I thought they could of been prints from a dog like a Yorkshire Terrier, but I knew they didn’t have a dog. Needless to say it confused me a bit.
     My dad said that the little girl there takes her cat on walks all the time. Spring, summer, fall, winter, the season didn’t matter. I thought this was the coolest thing since sliced bread, so I just had to try it. I was determined to get my cat outside.
     My mom took my brothers and I to Wal-Mart and bought a harness and leash for my cat, Lyda.
     By the time spring rolled around, Lyda had outgrown her harness and we had to buy another one, this time for a medium-sized dog! My brothers and I fought with her while trying to get the harness on just right. After we got it on, we were ready to take her outside. She, on the other hand, wasn’t as ready as we were. I scooped her up and took her toward the back door. She would not stop squirming as we got closer and closer to the door. When the door opened, she was twisting out of control that I just had to set her down, outside of course.
     The first place we put her was on the back porch. She looked around, most likely wondering how she could get back inside. She spotted our outdoor couch and trotted up to it. She paced back and forth until she leapt up onto the cushion. We let her sit there for a few minutes before deciding to take her into the yard further. We set her down on the porch and watched to see what she would do. She looked around and took in the sights for a minute and then plopped her body onto the ground and refused to stand up.
     We thought she was being boring so we tried to get her to move. When she wouldn’t budge, I picked her up and carried her to the edge of the flower garden. She walked along the edge, probably looking for a nice spot to lay down. When she didn’t find a satisfying spot, she stepped down from the ledge and continued across the yard, heading to the back door again.
     My brother Jason scooped her up and carried her to the corner of our neighbors yard. We nudged her along the way until she ended up on the pavement of the road. She proceeded to walk down the street cautiously until a giant truck came speeding down the road! As soon as she heard the truck, she jumped and started to scurry into the grass of my neighbors yard.
     By this time Lyda is extremely panicked. She ran up the side of my neighbors house and right up to their back door! She pawed at their door hoping someone would let her in. When no one came to her rescue, she stood up.
     She looked so traumatized that I just had to take her back home. I lifted her up and carried her back to our backyard. I set her down on the porch and let her walk up to the door. She scurried to the door so fast and sat down in front of the window. She kept staring inside until I opened the door to let her back into safety.
     She took one last look outside after the harness was removed before she darted upstairs, probably to hide under Jason’s bed.