Descriptive Essay About Cats

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

The house cat has been a favored companion for many years. Their small size and independent tendencies makes them ideal pets for those who do not want a high maintenance animal. They are quirky and show lots of love if you take care of them. Cats are complex animals, but can be great pets. They have their own way of doing things, but still can be a great companion. They have gone through a lot throughout the years, yet still have barely changed. Cats are interesting in their own ways, both their history and personalities.

Her hair is the strings of a harp, bloodied from the constant playing of the beautiful hymns of the gods.

A couple months ago during the summer before 7th grade my grandma came to visit for a month while she was recovering from a leg injury. My grandma owned two cats Sylvester and Red. Sylvester was 15 and Red was 14, Sylvester was much more social than Red. But you could tell that they both loved each other very deeply. Now my grandma is not what people would call a crazy cat lady known by many people because of television. But she loved her cats as much as she loved my mom, me, and my brother. Which I did not have a problem with.

All my animals now have either died or we had to give away. I wanted some new animals, but I wanted a normal animal. I really wanted a cat, a kitten in particular. My mom knows I love animals and always love to be around animals, so she agreed to getting a kitten! I'm in school a lot now, so my mom decided next weekend we would go look for a kitten. I could not wait for that weekend to come!

When I was 10 years old, I didn’t want a bike for my birthday. I didn’t ask for games and I didn’t ask for toys, what I asked for was cat food. Over the past year, I had been volunteering at my local humane society, socializing cats and walking dogs in the hopes that they would be able to someday find their forever home. For as long as I can remember I’ve had a special affinity to animals. My best friends for the beginning of my life were my cats Theo and Chicken, and after rescuing Chicken from the animal shelter, I wanted to find a way to help animals that had more trouble getting adopted. As soon as I was old enough, I began volunteering at our local animal shelter, Homeward Bound. The feeling of coaxing a cat out of hiding and acclimating

When my mom told me we were going to Hardeeville to get a cat I was so excited because this cat will be the first cat I owned. So the day had came to go get Mishka. I was so curious thinking what color the cats were going to be, there size, or if they had short or long hair. When we arrived to the house, I got so excited.We got out of the car and walk into the house and all I see are the kittens. One of the kittens was sleeping, while

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

But new research shows that we're losing them at an alarming rate: half of these majestic cats are expected to go extinct -- unless we act now. http://www.care2.com/causes/this-shy-yellow-eyed-penguin-is-headed-toward-extinction.html

Here we are- looking at the age-old debate between canine and feline. Who comes out on top? Dogs, of course! Some people just hate dogs and label all of them under a general term. What dogs lack in serenity and passive-aggressiveness; they make up in loyalty, playfulness and helpfulness.

Did you know that there are over 58 breeds of cats? Cats are very interesting pets because they are smart and know how to deal with stuff.

In late September of 2012, I was shocked when my family got me what I had been begging for after my cat died. My mom, grandparents, and I were almost to the dog-breeding farm where I was possibly going to get my new puppy. When we got to the place with the puppies my grandma and I were arguing over which puppy we were going to choose.

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.

The cat was my grandmas cat that she couldn’t take care of anymore, so we took her in and loved her. Although, she was an old cat and did not have much time left. One day my brother and I were home and our cat started going through the process of death, she would not eat, she was going to the bathroom right where she was lying and could not stand up. My brother and I did everything we could for her until she passed. A year after our first cat, we got two kittens. From there we both learned responsibility on a greater level because there was no machine to feed the kittens or clean their litter boxes, and we definitely did not want to experience having to watch a loved pet pass on again. I love always having a pet in the house. Being around animals has always had a calming effect on me and that inspires me to want to be around animals everyday and help them in any way I can, the best way I can. This inspires me because the smile on peoples face when they see that their pet is well and healthy again. I strive to go from walking into the barn as a child with big dreams, to walk into the clinic as an adult and do my best to help animals in need and return them back to their owners in good

EEEE! EEEE! EEEE! Oh no, everyone knows that terrible sound. That big alarm clock that is louder than anything I could ever imagine. Hitting the metal silver alarm clock with every muscle in my body, it falls off of the dark wood dresser that my grandfather had made for me. Getting out of my apple red warm bed, I feel that I have to do something to get the anger away from me. Across the room, there is an oak wood closet door full of my favorite clothes. Walking over there looking like a zombie, dragging my feet and dangling my arms as if they were noodles. My nice grey hoodie is what I usually go for, but this was one of those days where I am just out of it and I need to get myself up in some way. I start to go for my dark red sweatshirt, but I just go back to the grey hoodie because I feel like it would cheer me up and get me out of my misery. Sliding my rock hard arms through the rose soft fabric almost feels as if I was in heaven. Feels just like my warm bed that I was just in, which was the best feeling I have ever had since I got out of it. There was something very different about this morning. Usually Kip Kip is on my warm, soft bed. Kip Kip is my kitten, this nice, soft, grey kitten that always purrs as I smooth over his fur. Every morning, he always lays on my bed because red is his favorite color and he enjoys the warmth. I remember every night he rubbed his cotton like whiskers against my leg and it felt so good when he did it. Sometimes, he would even sleep on my