Descriptive Essay On A Cat

The Black Cat, by Edgar Allen Poe, is a story about a man whose love for animals is overcome by an extreme hatred toward the creatures. What goes around comes around is a saying that would most effectively convey the message of this story because Poe implies that people will inevitably suffer the consequences of their actions. Through the careful construction of plot, the ongoing use of irony, and the rapid development of character, Poe captures the reader’s undivided attention and evokes a wide variety of emotions through this short story

A refreshing cool breeze blew in from the screen door, it was followed by the aroma of freshly baked cookies. As I got closer and closer to the oven I could practically taste the dough in my mouth, this was the work of my mom. As I took my first bite of the delicious cookie I hear thumping big feet shaking through the house followed by a somewhat loud jolly whistling. Dad was clearly happy to be able to have the luxury of enjoying some delicious cookies.

The cashier looked the newcomer up and down like he was inspecting a new car. Then he spoke “We don’t oblige your kind here.” “Get out before you’re stench scares more regulars away.”

My Grandma Mary was sitting there in the car, waiting for me. I quickly walked over to the car, opened up the backdoor, and put my stuff inside the car, and shut the door. I opened up the front door, got in, and shut the door. “Well hello. How was your day?” my grandma

The alleyway was creepy and did not seem right. It smelt like rotted meat, and was not inviting. The alleyway was quiet you could probably hear a pin drop. Then out of nowhere something fell, CRASH! Peeps jumped scared to death and turned around, to see an old grey cat. The cat you could tell was very old, by the way his face drooped, and how his untrimmed claws made a clink sound as he walked. His fur was falling out and there were clumps of dirt stuck to his tail. The cat smiled and slowly walked toward the little bird.

In the morning I got to observe Microsporum canis undern a microscope. One of the vet techs named Patty set up a wet mount, she first placed a few drops of lactophenol cotton blue onto her slide and then grabbed cellophane tape, with sticky side down she pressed the tape onto the center of a colony. She then placed the tape onto her slide and adjusted the microscope to high dry and examined the slide. I was able to see the macroconidia but they weren’t very well developed. An owners cat had been suffering with ring worm for a while and the owners been having trouble getting rid of it and wanted to see if there was still growth. The DTM had finished incubating and from what we saw under the microscope it was confirmed that there was growth.

Just last winter, I went to my grandma’s house to visit them. I spent the night there too. When we opened her house door her dog barked. She had a white furred dog and she was a small dog too. About 2 hours after my parents, brother, and sister left I watched a movie and ate popcorn with my grandma. When I woke up I went to the kitchen to eat breakfast. We ate small white powdered donuts and chocolate milk. About an hour after we ate, my grandma asked me if I wanted to make the potato candy she makes every winter. I excitedly ran like a cheetah to the kitchen to help her. When I got there my grandma and I got out the ingredients. We carefully opened the powdered sugar and it smelled like I was in sugar land.The bag kind

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

After Gabe and I saw the house I got up with Gabe and knocked on the door. A family opened the door and told us to come inside. They gave us blankets and gave me hot chocolate. They told us that we can live with them now because I told them that we ran away from home. The next day came along and I smell cookies but with a hint of ginger, I instantly thought of gingerbread cookies. I walked down stairs and I was right there were gingerbread cookies but they were weird they were in the shape of little men and women with icing pants, shirts, and hair.

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.

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 was getting out of my Mom’s white car with my dog's leash in my hand and I said “Mom can we cross the street to go to petsmart”. “Sure” she said back. We crossed the street and entered petsmart. When we were in the aroma of fish,cats and dogs filled the air. We made a left and we were in the fish section.

Five, four, three, two, one . . . BEEP! BEEP! The sound of a faint count down from the oven. I clenched my eyes, not wanting to open them. A large figure opens the fridge slowly and it makes a creaking sound. As it opens a tall woman grabbed the milk carton me and my brother Malcom were in. The woman set us on a warm countertop close to the oven. I saw her cautiously grab a flat pan with it looks like to be cookie dough on it. She set it in the oven carefully. Few minutes later I heard a loud Ding! That's when I knew the cookies were done.

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.

Cats can be intelligent, and wonderful pets. Sometimes its unbelievable what they do in their everyday life. There are so many breeds, that I plan to learn more about. Cats can control their feelings, and emotions. They are good at hunting, because they are strong and agile.