Emma and the Lost Kitten

Emma loved books more than anything in the world.

Every Saturday morning, she walked to the town library with her mother.

The library was a small, cozy building with tall windows and wooden shelves full of colorful books.

"I will pick you up in two hours," her mother said. "Have fun reading, Emma."

Emma waved goodbye and walked into the library.

She knew exactly where to go.

The children's section was her favorite place.

She picked up a book about a brave princess and sat down in the soft blue chair by the window.

As Emma read her book, she heard a small sound.

"Meow, meow." It was very quiet, but Emma had good ears.

She looked around the library, but she could not see anything unusual.

"Meow, meow." There it was again.

The sound was coming from behind the big bookshelf near the history section.

Emma put down her book and walked toward the sound.

Behind the bookshelf, Emma found a tiny gray kitten.

The kitten was very small and looked scared.

Its big green eyes were full of tears, and it was shaking.

"Oh, you poor little thing," Emma said softly.

She sat down on the floor and held out her hand.

"Are you lost?"

The kitten looked at Emma and meowed again.

Slowly, it walked toward her.

Emma gently picked up the kitten and held it close to her chest.

The kitten was warm and soft, and it started to purr.

"You must be hungry," Emma said. "And you need to find your family."

Emma carried the kitten to the front desk where Mrs. Chen, the librarian, was working.

Mrs. Chen was a kind woman who always helped Emma find the best books.

"Mrs. Chen, I found this kitten behind the history books," Emma said. "I think it is lost."

Mrs. Chen looked at the kitten with worried eyes.

"Oh my, how did a kitten get into the library? It must have come in when we opened this morning."

"The poor little thing must be very scared."

"Can we help it find its home?" Emma asked.

"Of course we can," Mrs. Chen said. "Let me make some phone calls."

"Maybe someone in town is looking for a lost kitten."

Mrs. Chen called the animal shelter and the veterinary clinic, but no one had reported a missing gray kitten.

She also put a notice on the library bulletin board.

"What should we do now?" Emma asked.

"Well, we need to take care of the kitten until we find its owner," Mrs. Chen said.

"I have some milk in the staff room. Would you like to help me feed it?"

Emma nodded happily.

She followed Mrs. Chen to the staff room, still holding the kitten carefully.

Mrs. Chen poured some milk into a small bowl, and they watched as the hungry kitten drank it all.

"The kitten likes you, Emma," Mrs. Chen said.

"Look how comfortable it is in your arms."

It was true.

The kitten had stopped shaking and was now sleeping peacefully in Emma's arms.

Emma felt very happy.

She had never had a pet before, and she loved taking care of the little kitten.

"I have an idea," Emma said.

"Can I walk around town and ask people if they know this kitten?"

"Maybe someone will recognize it."

"That is a wonderful idea," Mrs. Chen said.

"But first, let me call your mother to make sure it is okay."

Mrs. Chen called Emma's mother and explained the situation.

Emma's mother said it was fine for Emma to help look for the kitten's owner, as long as Mrs. Chen went with her.

Emma and Mrs. Chen left the library together.

Emma carried the kitten in a small basket that Mrs. Chen found in the lost and found box.

They walked down Main Street, stopping at every shop to ask about the kitten.

At the flower shop, Mrs. Garcia shook her head.

"I have not seen this kitten before, but it is very cute."

At the bakery, Mr. Johnson looked carefully at the kitten.

"No, this is not from our neighborhood. But I will keep my eyes open."

They visited the post office, the grocery store, and the coffee shop.

Everyone was very kind and wanted to help, but no one recognized the gray kitten.

Emma was starting to feel sad.

"What if we never find its family?" she asked Mrs. Chen.

"Do not worry, Emma. We will keep looking," Mrs. Chen said.

"Sometimes it takes time to solve problems."

As they walked past the park, they saw an old man sitting on a bench.

He was feeding bread to the pigeons, but he looked very sad.

"Excuse me, sir," Emma said politely. "Have you seen this kitten before?"

The old man looked up, and his eyes grew wide when he saw the kitten.

"Smokey!" he said. "My dear Smokey! Where have you been?"

The kitten heard the man's voice and started meowing excitedly.

It jumped out of the basket and ran to the old man.

"This is your kitten?" Emma asked.

"Yes, yes!" the old man said, tears of joy in his eyes.

"This is Smokey. He ran away three days ago when I was working in my garden."

"I have been looking everywhere for him."

The old man hugged Smokey close to his chest.

"I was so worried about you, little friend."

Emma felt happy and sad at the same time.

She was happy that Smokey found his owner, but she was sad to say goodbye to the kitten.

"Thank you so much for taking care of Smokey," the old man said to Emma.

"My name is Mr. Peterson. Smokey is my best friend."

"I live alone, and he keeps me company every day."

"I am Emma, and this is Mrs. Chen from the library," Emma said.

"We found Smokey hiding behind the books."

"You are very kind children," Mr. Peterson said.

"How can I thank you?"

"We are just happy that Smokey is safe," Emma said.

Mr. Peterson smiled.

"Would you like to visit Smokey sometime?"

"I live just two blocks from the library."

"I think Smokey would like to see his rescuer again."

Emma's eyes lit up. "Really? I would love that!"

"And you can come to the library anytime with Smokey," Mrs. Chen added.

"We have a garden behind the building where pets are welcome."

From that day on, Emma had a new friend.

Every Saturday after reading at the library, she visited Mr. Peterson and Smokey.

Mr. Peterson taught Emma how to take care of cats, and Emma read her favorite stories to both of them.

Sometimes, Mr. Peterson brought Smokey to the library garden, and they would sit together under the apple tree.

Emma would read aloud while Smokey slept in the warm sunshine.

Emma's mother was very proud of her daughter.

"You did a wonderful thing by helping that lost kitten," she said.

"I learned that helping others makes me feel good inside," Emma replied.

"And I made two new friends."

Emma never forgot the day she found Smokey in the library.

It taught her that small acts of kindness can lead to big friendships.

Every time she walked past the history section, she smiled and remembered the little gray kitten who changed her Saturday afternoons forever.

The library remained Emma's favorite place, but now it was even more special.

It was where she learned that the best adventures often begin with a simple act of caring for someone in need.