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This is a story I wrote based on an experience I had. I just thought I would share it for fun since I have been posting old works. 
                                                                  “Check the Kittens”
                                                                 By Melissa Francisco
(Based on a true story)


            Melissa climbed into bed and her dad pulled the covers up around her neck. “Good night,” he said as he walked to the door of her room.
 “Good night Daddy,” Melissa replied. But as her dad left, Melissa did not feel tired at all. Something very exciting had happened that day and she could not stop thinking about it. Melissa’s cat, Hazel, had been getting a very big tummy the last few weeks and today she had had six kittens! Melissa loved kittens and she had been carefully petting and watching them most of the day. She was very excited to see them again tomorrow, so she tried to close her eyes and go to sleep. Suddenly she heard a voice as if someone were in her room talking to her. It said, “Go check the kittens.” Melissa looked to her doorway expecting to see her dad there, but he was not. Before she could really think about it the voice came again, “Melissa, go check the kittens.” Melissa decided to obey the voice. She put on her slippers, walked quietly down stairs, and out to the garage. The kittens were in a little wooden box with their mother. Melissa’s dad had cut a hole in the top of the box and put a heat lamp over it to keep the kittens warm. But when Melissa came up to the box she gasped, the lamp had been bumped and was not covering the hole at all. It was right on top of the wood and a little bit of smoke was starting to come from it. Melissa quickly moved the heat lamp back over the hole and turned it off. She then ran inside to tell her dad.
            “Daddy,” she said in a hurried tone, “the kitten’s house almost caught on fire!” Dad got out of bed and followed Melissa out to the garage. When he saw the black spot on the wood box he bent over and hugged Melissa tight.
            “How did you know to come and check on the kittens?” Dad asked.
 “A voice told me while I was laying in bed,” Melissa replied. Dad looked at Melissa very serious now.
            “Do you know who that voice was?” he asked. Melissa smiled.
 “I think I do daddy, was it the Holy Ghost? Dad nodded.
            “Yes, Melissa, it was.” He continued now even more serious than before, but Melissa could see a smile in his eyes. “You probably saved the kittens by listening to the voice of the Holy Ghost and you might have even saved us or our house from being burned,” he told her. Melissa smiled and felt very warm and happy inside in spite of the chill in the night air.
            “The Holy Ghost is a wonderful gift huh daddy,” she said.
“Yes, it is,” he replied. “Thank you for listening to it, and checking the kittens.”

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