Descriptive Essay About Cats

the four of us headed towards the door. I always hated the vet. Growing up, my family had always had cats, from when I was born. For my ninth birthday I got two kittens, a tabby Bengal mix called Buster and a Russian blue named Blue, ironic I know. They didn’t look like brothers but you could always tell by the little diamond of white fur they both had on their chests. Even though I adored both cats, I had always drifted towards blue with his big eyes and his constantly playful mood, he became my best

most important free kitten? Although the cat that I would receive would actually be about $230 because of all the shots and medical care, but at the time, I didn't even think about that at all. I just wanted a cat of my own. After whimpering for a half hour, my mom agreed. I know that whimpering to get your way is bad but, it worked for me when I was nine. After that age, my mom would ground me if I did that. She said, “The only way you are going to get a cat is if you take responsibility for everything

“Welcome Back!” Mary’s cat yelled to her fake audience, “It’s been a while, but finally, Gertrude is back, bringing with her a plethora of new fables!” The empty seats hailed her in applause – a waiter in close proximity screamed his support. “Thank you, thank you all, I’m flattered – I hope you enjoy the new instalment, may many mysteries be resolved and the experience be enjoyed by all.” Mary awoke from her slumber, her cat fast asleep on her knee. “I wonder what that meant” she whispered to no-one

Scared, excited, nervousness filled me and was now part of me as I stared at the dead crusty cat in the circle… “Come on!” I shouted to my friend Rebecca as I started panting like a dog. I stopped for her to catch up to me, I have to admit I was running the whole time so no wonder she was behind me. “I'm coming!” she exclaimed with a sigh of exhaustion and continued to trudge on through the poky cut down corn field heading towards the barn. This is going to be fun! I thought as I turned towards

I hated cats, I disliked the way they smell or always want to cuddle and how they like to dig their sharp claws into your leather chairs. Everybody has their Monday rituals, sometimes it’s coffee or jogging through the park, but mine is a little out of the ordinary. Each day, my ritual begins at six in the morning with me walking my ten cats down Canal Street to Pet Central to buy cat food. I used to despise cats until I became their caretaker after a tragedy. This is my story about how I became

the water filled vase and there was a cat asleep by the window seal. I told myself, “it must be a nice welcoming place.” I found myself opening the door to an older lady in her mid 40’s saying, “ I was starting to worry about you, come in, come in. Your cookies are all ready for you, sit sit.” I sat down and started to eat the rock hard gingerbread cookies, I also bent down to pet the cat and noticed that it was not alive it was a stuffed cat. The baker sat next to me and smiled

Ever since I can remember I’ve hated cats; I have always been a dog person… always will be. Dogs are loyal and have way more use than just being man's’ best friend. All my life I swore up and down I’d never like cats and I truly meant it. I’d see a cat and think, wow what a dumb animal, all they’re really good for is laying around. Dogs had always been number one until one day that all changed. It was the summer of 2016 and I was doing the usual summer things like swimming, fishing, and hanging

to think of something I’m passionate about. I turned to my cat, who at the time was sitting on the floor next to me, and gave him a quick scratch on the head. After he thanked for the scratch by sticking his tail straight up in the air I thought, “Well here is my passion right here.” There is nothing more precious to me than my cat. My cat is named Friend, after a stuffed animal I had when I was in Kindergarten. He is 26 pounds, extremely overweight for a cat of his kind, but I still love him nonetheless

80’s shade of orange-ish peach-ish color. Closing the door something starts to rub across my leg. I look down and it's a Siamese cat with all black fur and shining green eyes. His fur reflected the sun bringing an ounce of color to his black fur. He’s very skinny but had a large appetite. He catches my attention when a high pitched “meow” coming from him. He’s a very vocal cat. Whenever he's hungry, wants to go outside or just wants some sort of attention. He's almost always “whining”. I walk into the

My cats are a strange duo. One desperately yearns for the freedom of the outside world. The other we don’t bring outside for the fear that he’d actually have a heart attack. Cosmo and Newman were pretty much polar opposites. Newman is the one that wants freedom and Cosmo is the one that is perfectly contempt with his everyday life. Newman had light grey fur with a darker shade of fur stripes everywhere else. That is except for his paws which were white. I wanted to name him socks, but we already