She had only been with us for a few weeks. I had waited so long for this moment, and now she was here. A small yellow-gold ball of fur with enormous paws and black eyes that looked straight into your soul. I was sitting at the kitchen table doing my homework. A soft snore came from under the table. Then the doorbell rang. The snoring stopped abruptly. She wasn't yet very familiar with the sound of our doorbell. I put my pen aside and went to the door to receive the package from the mailman. Back in the kitchen, she greeted me happily. She was lying on the floor, chewing on something. Upon closer inspection, I recognized my pen; she must have snatched it from the table. However she managed that... Laughing, I took the drool-covered pen out of her mouth. While washing up, I noticed the small teeth marks. She hadn't bitten through it, although she probably already had the strength to, but she had simply chewed on it, leaving little nicks with her baby teeth. My parents couldn't understand why I found the situation so funny, or why I always had to grin when I saw the chewed-up pen in my pencil case. Now the pen is smearing, and the grip is stuck in the lid, but I just can't bring myself to throw away the pen and, with it, my little angel's teeth marks.
