By: Hannah Kamp
Animal Press Co. Trutschmann Copyright 2013
Summary Hannah lost her cat. She is very attached to the lovely little cat. She misses her. Hannah thinks it’s her fault. Do you think Hannah is going to find her cat Snoesje? Read this book and find out. At the end there also is a page about the author!
Dedicated to my Family and Snoesje
“Boom, boom!” my feet bumped on the ground. I was running up and down the hard stone stairs of my house. Sweat ran quickly down my face. It was a very dark, damp and cold night. “Snoesje!” I called for the hundredth time. I was searching for my beloved cat. “Why was I so dumb to leave her outside late in the night?” I asked myself softly. I was worried, very worried. It felt like losing a sister to me. I ran back upstairs. I grabbed her food. I hoped she would recognize it. “KRRRRRRR” I listened to the sound of her food. I started to cry, I had no more hope left in my heart.
“SHHH” I listened to the sound of the wind, it sounded like “SHHHH, don’t cry!” I tried to hold my tears back but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to sound like a three- year old. I saw her in the afternoon crossing the street. “Maybe she’s dead” I thought. A cold shiver ran down my spine thinking of the words dead cat. I felt her warm and soft fur pushed against my hands. I felt her soft and cold whiskers touching my face. I missed her, I needed her. “Meow!”My ears popped open. “What!?” I yelled. I looked around me, NO CAT. It was just my imagination.
“HANNAH!” Someone yelled. It was my dad. “TIME TO GO TO BED!” That meant I wasn’t allowed to search anymore. “But dad! I have to find Snoesje!” Still a no. Dad sent me to bed. He kept on searching even though I didn’t know. I couldn’t sleep. I kept on thinking my cat died or ran away. “It’s your fault you lost her” the negative half of me said. “No it’s not. She’ll come back” The positive part said. A war was going around in my head. “YES!” One said. “NO!” the other said. I felt like I was three. The three year old sadness
dripped down my face. I buried my head in my pillow. A little later … The wooden door swung wide open. “PRRR” Something said. It was walking toward me on my bed. “Help!” I yelled. “Oh my, you don’t even recognize your own cat!” Dad laughed. I laughed too. I gave Snoesje a hug. I’ll never lose you ever again!” I said to Snoesje!
This is Hannah Roos Kamp. She is a nine years old author. She is a big animal lover. She tries to help all the hurt animals. She loves her cat called Snoesje. She got inspired of when she thought her cat ran away. Her dad also is part of this book. She was born here in Vienna, Austria but she comes from The Hague, Holland because both her parents are Dutch. She goes to an international school called AIS, a school in Vienna. She plays the violin. During her life she lived in Ethiopia, the Netherlands and Austria. She loves Ethiopia the most. She also had four cats and two rabbits in Ethiopia. “I miss them a lot and to feel better I have made this story.� I had two parent cats. One was a girl and the other is a boy. The girl is called Vlekkie. That is
Spots for Dutch. She was mostly made up from spots. The boy was called Tijger which is Dutch for Tiger. They got two babies. One a girl cat, and the other a boy. The girl is called Roosje, she is called after my middle name. The boy is called Kampje, called after my family’s last name.” She says.