Cat Monologue

If I were to mention a cat, what would be the first thing you think of? A furry ball of love that can turn into a vicious beast that will cut your skin for touching it? Cats are amazing creatures, but in fact were not created by god, the devil made them to deceive god in retribution for being forbidden. From the mighty jungle cats to the friendly feline in people’s houses, they remain to be known as evil.

I got in my car and backed out. I remember hearing the loud Thump! It made when I backed into him. I ran out of the car, carried my cats lifeless body into the house, and sobbed.

I never wanted a cat, a dog maybe, but certainly not a cat. Their beady little eyes staring right into my soul, their claws looking like something out of a Tim Burton movie, dirtied from walking around in their own excretion and their matted fur clumping up in my hand with every stroke. “Rawr, hissss,” sounds that swirled my brain every time I came close to these feline “friends.” Cats and I didn’t mix. We were like olive oil and water. My sister, on the other hand, loves all animals. She is like Magenta from Sky High; animals scurry around her like she is their mother. She had begged my mom for a cat since the day she was born and my mom finally caved, to my dismay. One day, I came home from gymnastics practice and there was a cat sitting

Over break I went down to South Carolina. I went with my mom, my dad and my sister. We had to leave our cat at home because cats don’t really like……. 11 hour drives and being in new places. My grandmother got a cat while we went to see other family in Georgia. The second day of being in her house the cat ran and hid underneath the fireplace (yes I am not joking under the fireplace. Eventually she came out. She ran and hid under the fireplace because of the Vacuum Monster and/or because the Christmas tree fell (accidentally I have no clue how it happened) and scared her. For the rest of our time in South Carolina (about 1 day and a half after our Georgia trip) she hid and came out very little. After we left she came out more and is now very

I moved away as fast as i could to get some distance but then realized that this cat wanted me dead and i couldn't run so i had to fight. I ran and pounced on the cat like it did to me and i hit it with all of my force right on its chest. The cat let out a loud cry i felt relieved that i wasn't dying. I hit the cat again since it was still on the ground. Quickly the cat got up and ran away. I stood back watching this cat bllt down the street in pain and fear. The wound that this cat gave me on my face wa now catching up to me and it started to hurt. I turned around feeling like i was on top of the world reevaluating the fight in my mind thinking about how i could have improved my fighting technique. I kept walking until i got to the fence of

Of course, I argued that a pregnant cat and her kittens would overrun our home and a full-grown Siamese might bully our other precious cats. But that puppy-dog-eyed, pleading expression of my husband's wore me down.

Experiencing life with a fear imaginably stands stressful enough; however, living in the same house as aforementioned fear prevails as comparatively similar to the feeling of a volcano ready to explode - an unsettling, uneasiness that will not skedaddle. In my eighth grade year, Carter, a valued friend of mine’s, cat became impregnated. Luckily, for my precious sanity, the litter consisted of an entire eight kittens. I immediately presumed all the newly birthed kittens contained evil blood, although I felt this way my brother swayed my parents into the belief that our family should own one of the vile beasts. My feelings towards cats obviously contained plenty of anger. They also consisted of pure heart-pounding fear; however, adopting this

We started freaking out together because that meant we own two cats. When we got to the animal shelter there were so many cats that I knew this would take forever! I started with a small orange and white cat that wouldn't start meowing. Then I held a small grey cat but I didn't get to hold him for long because he got scared and started clawing

Last Sunday, I took my cat Anna to join a 'Cute Cat' competition. We arrived after, we saw many cute and beautiful cats. I was very tense because Anna joined the competition for the first time. I was nervous.  The competition was started! The first item was running, they all run very fast, but Anna did not behind others and it ran very fast! She temporarily second. I was very happy. After that, the second item was decorating contest. I was afraid because I did not have a talent for art. But I did not dive

When I was 7 years old, I fell in love with a psychotic cat. I’ve always had an affinity for animals; I had two dogs and 30 fish that occupied a huge tank in my dining room by the time I was 5--but I loved this cat. She was a birthday present from my mom, who let me pick any kitten I wanted. When I went to choose, a black cat with orange and white splotches climbed up her cage to get my attention. I put her front paws on my shoulder and her hind legs under my hand as she started to play with my hair as if it was yarn. I wanted to take her home right then.

There is so much more we can learn about cats and their behaviors. What we do know is that a lot of seemingly weird things they do comes from learned behaviors from kitten hood. Purring is a sign of content, but also a comforting mechanism when ill or injured. Kneading was used to start the flow of milk in their mothers, but when they’re older they don’t have their mother’s milk to drink, so they might continue on a blanket, pillow or a human leg. All cat owners are familiar with this behavior, and every cat is

When I was a kid I always wanted a cat, I even had a stuffed cat with gold and brown fur that I called Sammy. I had the stuffed cat for many years and you could tell, because it was missing an eye and most of its stuffing. My parents wouldn’t buy me a cat, because my mom didn’t like cats. One day I saw a stray cat in my yard and it looked exactly like my stuffed cat Sammy. When I saw the cat I thought that it was my chance to finally have a cat, so I took a box, put it over the cat, and it was trapped in there. I ran to my parents and told them that i caught a cat. My parents said that i shouldn’t keep the cat in the box and that i could keep it if it stays outside. I ran to the cat, took the box off of it, and it ran away. A couple days later

Cats are complicated characters whose behavior can be hard to read and interpret. Many people just make the assumption that cats are jerks, and then move on with their lives. What these people don’t realize, is that the way a cat behaves can be decoded, and the best course of action can be taken to deal with that cat.

I thought what an adorable dog, as it waddled up to me I helped free it from his metal entanglement. Who would have thought that this dog won my mom over for only two weeks, afterwards we had to find him a new home. At long last I imagined myself finally owning a pet, only to feel the lonely heartbreaking feeling again. Until one day a girl gave me a fuzzy little stripped orange kitten resembling puss n’ boots, I felt discouraged to bring him home after the hound but non the less I

I stumbled home from the haunt, Drunk from the night of excessive drinking. Staggering inside the house, The dreadful brute was at my feet. That dire cat -- Haunting me-- following me-- Awake. Asleep. I see that beast, every ware. As I went up the stairs as if I were in a daze, and the beast was behind me. Anxiously a site picturing the cat. Everywhere that feline. The more I pictured the more I drank every where I saw that beast. Back and forth from the bar. I feel more comfortable in that retched bar than at home with my wife, and that cat. Terrorizing me, following me. I see him even at the bar now following me. Inside my head.