brooklyn recue november 2020 edition

My name is Chico Junior and I have a story to tell you about my daddy Chico.
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One beautiful spring day, I was in the garden playing with one of my toys when a stranger came walking in.  I never saw this cat before.  He went over to eat some food.  I was told not to talk to strangers, so I went down to the basement to look for Daddy or Mommy.  I found Chico.  He was talking to Tommy.  I asked them to follow me up to the garden.  Chico saw the cat eating food, and walked over to him.  Chico didn't mean to startle the cat, but he did, and the cat started to run away.
Mommy, and the others overheard talking in the garden so they came up.  Chico said to the cat, “don't be afraid, we are not going to hurt you.”  The cat said, “my name is Henry.  I smelled the food, and I was very hungry.”  My people parents don't feed me well, because they want me to eat the mice in the basement.  I will not hurt the mice because they are my friends.  Mommy asked Henry where he lives.  He shook his head, and would not answer and started to leave.  Chico said, “do not go home because I don't think you are well.”  Just then the Rescuer came by.  She looked concerned when she saw this cat in the garden.  She went over to her car, and came back with a carrier.  Chico told Henry to go with this nice lady because she will take you to the doctor, and find you a better home. The cat listened, and went into the carrier.  We all wished him well, and they both left.  Chico turned around to us, and said it was wrong for his people parents to treat Henry that way.  They did not deserve to have a nice cat like him.  We all agreed with Daddy.  I will be back next month with another story.