Descriptive Essay About Cats

Dogs are much better than cats because, dogs like to play around and cats don't. dogs are really friendly and cats are not friendly at all.But there is a specific reason I don't like cats. I have older brothers and they use to pick on me, once they told me a really scary story but it's long so I am not going to write it all but I will summarize it. Technically if you see a black cat with red eyes you will die. My brothers told me this because our neighbor has a creepy black cat with red eyes. I didn't know this so I saw the cat and I thought I was going to die. I was 9 years old at the time so I believed every single word my brothers said.

People can either be a cat person or a dog person. Cats and dogs are unique creatures yet they are the two most common household animals. I am definitely a dog person. I love dogs. I think everyone should have a dog. They’re great pets. Dogs are fun and a lot of work but it sure is worth it. Cats, on the other hand, I don’t care for. I had a cat when I was only about one year old and she got run over by a car. Ever since then my family has had a dog. Maybe if I had a cat when I was growing up I would like them more.

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

I remember when two of my kittens died in my hands, one recently and one when I was almost nine. I remember their names, Midnight is the one that died recently, Pudge is the one that died when I was almost nine. They were born sickly when they were born. I miss them so much, but I know they are angels now. They fly with everyone I lost whom are in heaven.

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

It was in the July of 2014, my mom’s friend had cancer, and she didn’t think she could handle a puppy if she had cancer. Scooter was 9 weeks old at the time. When I met Scooter, he was bouncing around like a bouncy ball. He was so energized that I thought he got struck by lightning! After a little while, she offered my mom to have Scooter, and she went to our apartment

First, It all started when I wokwas watching YouTube while my mom and brother were at the vet because my cat was acting and deeply breathing weird. Then, I got a random call from my brother and said they had to put our cat Kittles down. I thought everything was going to be fine because I thought my cat was a little sick… but I was wrong. It was a somber and gloomy couple of weeks.

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

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

It all started the day a family wanted to give away some kittens. She called my mother-in-law and told her that we could come over and look at some of kittens and that we could have one of them, because she could not keep them all. So we went over to her house and hung out for a little while and looked at the kittens. I do not think that they were a month old at that time on the account of their size. The original plan was only to take home, but that is not what happened. We all started talking and playing with the kittens, I had one and my husband had another. They both seemed like us so much that the family friend kind of haggled us into taking both the female and the male home, who we named Lily and Wade. Interestingly enough, the male cat’s name came from a comic book character.

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.

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.

When I first brought my cat home from the Humane Society she was a mangy, pitiful animal. She was so thin that you could count her vertebrae just by looking at her. Apparently she was declawed by her previous owners, then abandoned or lost. Since she couldn't hunt, she nearly starved. Not only that, but she had an abscess on one hip. The vets at the Humane Society had drained it, but it was still scabby and without fur. She had a terrible cold, too. She was sneezing and sniffling and her meow was just a hoarse squeak. And she'd lost half her tail somewhere. Instead of tapering gracefully, it had a bony knob at the

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

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.