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

Majestic, noble, and brave, this famous iconic wild animal on the planet has captivated the people since the beginning of time. They are most feared by other animals thus, known as the king of the jungle – no other than the lions. Member of the genus Panthera, the lion is one of the big cats in the Felidae family. A lion’s head and body size average about 4.5 to 6.5 feet and tail of about 26 to 40 inches in length. A lion also weighs about 265 up to 420 pounds and a size relative to a 6-foot human. These mammals are also carnivores. Lions have always seen hunting in groups called pride. While lions generally avoid a full-grown elephant, lions still prefer their preys large like the zebras, buffaloes, and giraffes. Poised as the top animal in the ecological pyramid, lions have strong physical qualities, fascinating reputation, and an unfortunate decreasing number of population.

Thomas Holmes was the best cat that ever lived; however, his life was cut short and finally ended with the deadly point of piercing needles and sharp dissecting scissors. Little Tommy, as only his closest friends knew him as, was first introduced into the world on the sidewalk of a busy New York street. As the smallest kitten in his litter, Tommy was bullied by his bigger siblings and was never appropriately fed. Severely malnourished, at age three days, Tommy was on the verge of death, and every sibling knew this. Sadly, they continued to fight Tommy and push him away when receiving their daily meals. Even his mother would move whenever Tommy had an opportunity to drink her nutritious milk. One day Tommy gave up, he laid himself on the bottom of their cardboard home and accepted his fate. He slowly drifted away from this world and ventured to the home he resides in now, but it wasn’t his time. With the power from the cat gods, he awoke on the table of a vet’s office.

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.

After few days of one intense meeting after another, we were ready for some relaxation time. The destination we chose to ease our nerves was the Cat Café in Georgetown. This cafe is home to 23 rescued cats, and it gives people a chance to hangout with cats while having a cup of coffee. There was a tiny bit of concern, being Danny and I were allergic to cats, but we decided to give it a go after being peer pressured by our cat enthusiast teammates. After 30 minutes of feline-human bonding, due to some sinus issues, Danny and I reluctantly decided to leave the cat café a little early to explore the Georgetown area. The destination that we decided on was Georgetown University. Coming from UCSD, Georgetown University was a very different campus environment. After a quick stroll around the campus it was time to

This piece was written to depict my family’s cat that can, like most cats, be temperamental and

“Hey Audrey, let’s go to lunch,” my dad said. I had to get my jacket on and save my worries for later. I had the jitters of Christmas coming up, but I was losing hope of getting my wish from my list this year. About a month before, I wrote a persuasive letter to my parents telling them the reasons why I should get a cat. Their reaction was really subtle, so I didn’t know what to expect. On December 23rd, we decided to go to Five Guys for lunch. I thought we might go to the one down in Santa Cruz because it recently had opened, so I put on some Christmas cat socks, just for a bit of hope to stop by the animal shelter.

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

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.

I open my eyes and listen to the sounds around me. I can hear an animal. It was not any animal though because the animal happened to be a pig. What was odd though was the pig was blockish as if we were in a game.

During your lifetime, you develop many different relationships, whether they be good, bad, or in between. They can be friendly, romantic, or familiar. One can even be formed with a beloved pet. Of course, these relationships do not go without influencing you. Experiences you have in them can change your thoughts and feelings significantly. They are frequently a key factor in shaping your identity. Amongst other relationships, I have a close one with my cat. Her name is Furball, and I’ve owned her for two years. Like many other relationships, ours is a close one. Also like other relationships, it has affected me. My cat’s actions help define who I am as a person. With how much she appears in my life, it is unavoidable that I’d be influenced

A few years ago on a brisk day during Summer break, I went outside for a bike ride with my little sisters. As we were pulling our bikes out of their places on a bike rack, a small meow appeared in the soft breeze. Each of us looked around the yard, in search of who the meow belonged to. I was searching near one of our cars, and I had spotted a small, fluffy ball of fur hiding behind a tire. I calmly tiptoed over to the car, careful to not scare the furry creature. I leaned down on my knees and peered under the car, a cat with white and cream colored fur sat cowering. I called out to the fearful cat, “Here buddy,” in a calm, high pitched voice, hoping to calm his nerves and lure him out from under the car. It did not do justice, he still remained hidden behind the tire. After a few tries, I lifted myself off the ground and went inside my house to grab some cat food and water. After gathering the items I took them outside and left them against the garage door, that way they wouldn’t get crushed when the cars pulled out of the drive-way. For the next few weeks I refilled the empty bowls of food and water, and eventually moved the dishes onto our front porch. One early morning after a month of feeding him, he came onto the porch scratching and meowing at the door, he wanted some food. He had finally gained a bit of trust. I happened to be home when he came to the door, I opened it carefully, not to scare him, and stepped out. He was still skittish, but he had gained some trust for me, and

One cloudy day, in early September, I was walking around our property. All of the sudden, a scrawny orange cat slowly and painfully crept up to me. I began to play with him for a while, but as I started walking back towards my house the cat followed me. He followed me all the way up to the door. I went inside and grabbed can of tuna and fed it to him. While the cat was eating I tried to pet him. I regret that decision. The cat turned back, with surprisingly

The neighborhood cats climbed over all the rust colored patio furniture. Some even came to greet me as I attempted to unlock the door. My grandmother had taken to

My first experience working at the Animal House was wonderful because two week old kittens were just brought to the house. They were cute, tiny, white and, grey in color. Even though they were beautiful, I just couldn’t bring myself to touch them. Kate, the founder of the house, gave me tips on how to get rid of my stigma by caring and bonding with the animals. The knowledge I got from the Animal House has been very useful because I got to learn animals are not just creatures we use when we need them; rather they are companions.