Descriptive Essay About A Cat

Cats are one of the most beloved pets to humans beings. Though they provided a sense of comfort and love, there is a dark side to these soft, adorable, felines. Cats, both domestic and feral, poses a serious threat to native bird populations in the United States and health risk to both people and other animals. It is important that people realize the impact that feral cats have in the environment that they inhabit and how it not only effects other species, but us humans as well. Feral cats have no form of human interaction and therefore are difficult and or nearly impossible to assimilate as a regular house pet. There appears to be limited options on what can be done to help assist in the reduction of feral cat populations without sparking

The weather was delightful and cold because it was winter. The the dark gray sky looked like it was about to rain soft again. The ground was still wet because it had just rained a couple days ago. We were at my grandfather’s house in Mexico. My grandfather's house was pretty nice looking from the outside. The exterior of the house was a nice light blue color and the inside was light blue. The furniture was light brown color. My dad was on the phone and my mom was washing dishes. I was walking around the town looking for things to do because I was really bored.

The sun was shining through the sheer, transparent curtains in our condo room. I could hear a quiet murmur coming from the porch, knowing people had been up since six, drinking coffee and chatting. I got up and carefully folded the blanket I had been sleeping with. I walked into the kitchen. My aunt and my mom were sitting at the island, which took up the majority of the spacious kitchen. They each had a loaf of bread and were making turkey and ham sandwiches. I said hello and grabbed one of the pancakes in the middle of the island and tore a piece off and walked to my room. I knew were going out on the lake and grabbed a swim suit.

On Wednesday, June 18, 2003, I had finalized the decision to put my incapacitated dog to rest. It became a reality. I clearly remember the warm, breezy day that occurred two weeks ago. As I sat in the freshly cutgrass of my front yard, I paid no attention to the sounds of the birds that were singing or the leaves that were dancing on the trees. All that was on my mind was the details of the last 13 years and remembering the times we shared together. As I kept trying to convince myself that he would not have to suffer another day from his ailments, I kept thinking of the first day that he came into my life. I was 15 years old when I got Valen. It was Valentine's Day in 1990. Earlier that week my mother was near Port Jervis, New York on a business trip. She had some free time before she had to come home to Pennsylvania so she decided to stop at the local SPCA. Her intentions were to simply look at the animals and then leave. She made her way to the area that housed the dogs. There she found a shy, but friendly, golden retriever. He was a bit apprehensive at first, almost as if he was neglected and abused, but it didn't take much of my mom's gentle touch and her soft, subtle voice before this dog realized she was his savior. She decided that she would like to adopt this dog however, the policy was strict, and there was a seven-day waiting period before you could adopt an animal.

It 's autumn and, just like any other season, you 're hard at work at your barn. Your barn cats are hard at work, as well, hunting and munching on the overabundant rodent population nesting in your hay. In a brief moment of rest, you remove your gloves, wincing as the cold air hits your dry, cracked skin. One of the barn cats also joins you in your reprieve and you reach down to run your hands through her fur. Briefly, you notice a bit of nasal discharge and some scabs on her paws and face, but you chalk it up to the weather and get back to work.

During the summer of last year, I traveled overseas to meet relatives, I saw many things and had fun while I was there. Although that month was packed with traveling, but the trip itself did not contain the beauty of the trip. It was the moment that I saw the tan orange house that I have seen so many times did felt that the trip was coming to an end. The sight of the window on window made dream about the wonders of reaching my room and the comforts of it. Once the car is parked, the next thing I knew I was getting out of the car, heading towards the door, walking up the stair and went into the room that was so inviting, and calming. The flow of time seemed to have stopped in the room while I was on the trip, all of the books on the shelf hasn’t

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

The shelter was filled with people socializing with the animals and they warmly welcomed us. An employee explained to us that it was not kitten season but all their cats were young and small. The first cat room had the older cats and they were less active. I enjoyed playing with the cats and thought that I had picked out one that seemed energetic. My dad recommended to go to the second room and these cats were much friendlier. My brother and I sat and watched each cat and how they interacted for a long

After a long, stressful day at school with a lot of homework to do, I go lay on the couch and rest my eyes for a bit, but only to open my eyes to see the cutest dog in the world jump right next to me. I start to smile as my dog gets closer to my face, about to lick my face to smithereens.

Sun shines through the cracked window, highlighting the swirling dust in the air. It bounces off the sparkling glasses and cutlery, setting the restaurant alight with sparkles. A slight breeze hits the shimmering chandelier, sending beautiful lights around the room. Despite this, the occupants are tense and quiet, except for a small cat, basking in the sunlight. Her ears flick back and forth despite the relaxed demeanour. Warm daylight shines through her soft, grey fur, making it look white. With her eyes happily closed, she emits an engine like sound, in sync with her breathing. The small purple ribbon around her neck is frayed, and a slight ringing comes from the attached bell as it swings.

Boomer was one of the best dogs I ever had; he was a yellow Labrador Retriever. Ever since I was born, he had been my friend. I remember a few years ago, I was laying on the floor of my room and Boomer laid down with me, putting his arm over my back. He brought me great joy. I remember him as playful, caring, and a pretty big dog. He would never growl at me and was always eager to meet new people. Boomer was my to go to if I wasn’t feeling good, or if I was upset. When I was in third grade, we got another dog, Oscar, and everything changed. He is a German Wirehair Pointer, they are bred to be hunting dogs. Now I had two dogs to play with.

Most little girls dream of becoming a princess and finding their Prince Charming. I dreamed for a puppy that would snuggle with me in bed and chase away the nightmares. Fast forward to seventeen years later and I am a proud dog owner of a dachshund. A relationship with a best friend who isn’t human is one I couldn’t imagine living without. As an owner I learned it’s not just mundane maintenance that takes to raise my dog but she also comes with her own quirks, attitude, and has molded an everlasting place in my heart.

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.

My first dog was named Toby, he was a very white, ball of fluff. He blended in with the shiny white crispy snow on December 25, 2006. My sisters and I were on our way home from my dad’s house when all of a sudden we pulled into my mom’s house. On Sunday, December 25, 2006, Toby was waiting at our house. We all got out of the car on that cold snowy day and walked on the slippery sidewalk. The snow was like a chilling carpet on the bottoms of our feet. My mom opened the door with a camera so my sisters and I knew something was up. A shocking step in the house and we saw a very fluffy dog, we were very excited. He was like a deer in headlights. There was a bunch of screaming and yelling going on at that moment between the three of us. We

As I stroll along, I could feel the soft smooth sand under my feet. The sand was very hot and I walked through it felt like I was walking on a burning grill. The sand was mixed with a different coloured shells. The light from the sun shined on the shell which reflected onto me creating a rainbow. My foot was making marks on the beach as I took every step, these marks remained there until the water came and erased it away. As I kept walking, I looked around and it felt like I was having the best time of life. The bright shining sun went through my cold skin and give me a feeling of excitement. When I kept walking I could see the birds roaming around the sky like a pack of wolves making irritating squeaky noises as it is hungry and trying to find its prey. The sky turned from dark blue sky to a bright shimmery blue sky. Soft, fluffy big clouds were covering the sky, as it started to split away. As it split away, the sun restored and shined on the waves and the cold water started boiling. As these waves dashed, the noises soothed me every time.