Descriptive Essay About A Cat

On July 1st, 2015, (Yes, I remember down to the day, don’t judge.) my mom surprised me with a trip to the Southwest Washington Humane Society, and there, I found VIncent. I guess, at the time, he wasn’t Vincent, but from the moment I saw him, I knew he would be the kitten I would take home.

I felt like a failure, I wanted to give up but the orange kitten was still kicking and strong, so I continued. As she grew older, I realized she liked the taste of the chips called cheetos. Since she was orange I decided that would be her name, cheeto. I kept her, and she became my first successful rescue. A few years later, Cheeto was grown up into an adult cat and I absolutely loved her. Her eyes shined like newly shined gold, and her fur radiated like the setting sun. But, the situation that approached I never saw

We were going to our neighbors on a hot day and all I was wearing was a messy bun, eyeliner, mascara, baggy T-shirt tucked into my high waisted jean shorts, and black converse. I was thinking about what I was going to do afterwards since the neighbor kids were only 7 and 4, until a scrawny little “Meow” was ahead of me. I froze to see a little kitten in the road staring at a car. All my thoughts vanished except for one: I had to save that cat. It brought me back 3 years ago to when I had my other cat, Swiper. He died and it was my fault.

Thank you for adding Maya to your pack. She'll love and adore the humans, especially the ones who offer belly rubs and massages; or whoever has the best food. But I can't say the same about cats.

That’s what woke me up. It was five p.m. I looked up and saw something nudging my leg. It was moving under my covers. I thought it was our kitten, Ringo. He was born three months ago. He kept gently rubbing up against me. I couldn’t believe how long I’d slept—far too long. I decided to get up.

Kristen’s sister, Tammy, had rescued it from the road. We have never owned a cat but, my sister Victoria,

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In the morning I got to observe Microsporum canis undern a microscope. One of the vet techs named Patty set up a wet mount, she first placed a few drops of lactophenol cotton blue onto her slide and then grabbed cellophane tape, with sticky side down she pressed the tape onto the center of a colony. She then placed the tape onto her slide and adjusted the microscope to high dry and examined the slide. I was able to see the macroconidia but they weren’t very well developed. An owners cat had been suffering with ring worm for a while and the owners been having trouble getting rid of it and wanted to see if there was still growth. The DTM had finished incubating and from what we saw under the microscope it was confirmed that there was growth.

All we had to do was let nobody own him for a week, then Mom would go check him for a chip to see if he was owned, and then he was ours! Lauren and I got to thinking, I mean if he was going to be ours he needed a name. So we made an extra super long list of names, but I had one perfect name and was hoping Lauren would like it too. Before she could say her names I blurted out mine, “Chip”! She loved it! So then our fluffy, bright orange chichiwawa became Chip! Lauren and I waited for the week to be done and for Chip to be ours. All week long we played with him and I guess his treatphobia healed because he loved doing tricks for treats! One night we were worried because my brother had baseball so Chip would be all alone. We made the choice to leave the garage open so he could go in and out of it. We rushed home after the game to see him, he wasn't there we figured he just went out to take a walk, we didn't worry. The next day we woke up bright and early to see him, still he wasn’t there, we started to get a little

My second pet lost happened two weeks ago now, she was a Siamese cat. She was always more of my sister cat as she passed away in her arms. My sister would never let her have bad care she took her to Boston from Virginia for these past two years. She was eighteen and died naturally. I am still trying to comprehend the news of this event as it is hard to accept that a loved one is gone even if the loved one is 'just a cat'. With photography I will show others that have this emotional attachment to their pets and cannot let them leave their side. I will prove that animals are more than 'just animals' and that they are family members and deserve care.

I was a sophomore in high school when I rescued a kitty. In the middle of freezing January morning, I woke up to my dad babbling about a kitty outside. My dad needed my help. I got up instantly and followed my dad to the basement and found an orange kitty curled up in the window well. I thought it could die any time. My dad carefully picked up the fragile kitty up and put her in a safe cage. I watched the kitty, unsure what to do. I finally decided to give the kitty a bath and fed it with milk. It was unbelievably thin, I could feel the ribs as I pet her. I took care of her daily. After two weeks, the kitty recovered so well, it made me ask my parents to let me keep it. Our debate lasted for about a week until they finally let me to keep it. I was so thrilled. This

Early October a few years ago I was coming home from my grandma's house. When I walked in the door to my house and saw a strange box. I saw what was inside of the box and immediately was filled with joy and many questions to ask. I’ve always wanted a cat but my mom and dad wouldn’t let me have one in the house. In the drop of a hat I asked my dad where the kitten came from and if it was really ours. He said he found the kitten on the farm without a mother to care for it. Hearing that made put very sad thoughts in my mind. My dad went on telling me that the kitten could die if we didn’t keep it warm, teach it to use the litter box, and make it drink milk from a bottle. It was a long journey of fear and worry as the kitten got sick many times.

L. Chasteen: I love all the animals that I have been around but I tend to have always found a special connection with cats in particular.

The second animal I had ever adopted is named Edwin or Ed for short. He is a black and noisy kitten. I adopted him almost a year ago, and his meow is the sound I look forward to when I get home. There were many signs that told me that Ed was a very loud and talkative cat, but somehow I missed all of them until I got

I looked at my dog and made eye contact with his large brown eyes. Time seemed to slow down as I read his eyes like an open book. I still remember the look today, while I was laying on the couch next to him. It was the most terrifying sight I’ve ever seen. My dog, my best friend, and the only thing to trust me with everything calmly could show that he had accepted death. For me though he was still could wagging his tail for us. The night I saw this was October 22nd at 8:02 PM. This dog changed my entire perspective on life. He was a dog that could instantly make a room bloom as a flower would, but with joy. He loved life and those around him and that caused us to love him so much.