Personal Narrative: Sasha The Wild

My name is Kaitlyn Hoopingarner, and I am a senior at West High School. Sioux City, Iowa has been my home for my whole life. At West High, I am involved in multiple activities: varsity wrestling cheer, robotics, and theatre. In addition to my school activities, I also paint, crochet, and play video games. I plan to attend Iowa State University to major in Computer Science. My birthday is July 25th, and Christmas is December 25th; so, my birthday is "Christmas in

By October 2012, a woman by the name of Jennifer Conrad, a professional exotic veterinarian, has released a documentary that has opened the eyes of many cat owners around the world. In this

My partner that I interviewed was Katerina ho she was born in Monroe Washington and lived there until she moved to florida. she was has ad chance to visit a few places such as Vietnam and Hawaii. she lives with her mom ana and dad don, she has two older sister Cassie and Kathy and a younger brother Cody and she doesn't have any pets.when she finishes school she doesn't know yet what she wants to do when she is ready to start her career and hasn't set ny goals or ambitions now but hopes to later in the future. her friends describe her personality as being funny, dramatic, crazy, awkward and somewhat clueless at times.I found out that Katerina doesn't play any sports but some interesting aspects about her is that she enjoys to read , learn history

I kept thinking about TImothy and how amazing he was. I was walking to the beach when I heard Stew cat yelp. I searched for what felt like four hours. I finally found a cave. I tried to reach down to the bottom when I felt Stew cats paws on mine. Then, I felt three more sets of paws. I was confused, at first I thought there were more cats on the island, but then I realized that Stew cat had three baby kittens. I set my whole day to preparing a house for them and getting a lot of food.

As I was emptying out my purse today I found an old key I used to have to my ex boyfriend, Wilson’s, house. I told my best friend, Kayla, that I had found the key and she said to go see if it still works. I insisted that I just go give it back to him, but of course I let Kayla talk me into going over there. Kayla picked me up and we drove to his house, and no one was there. What did Kayla talk me into to? Well the key worked and I’m now sitting in his room. I got really nosey and decided to look through all his drawers in his dresser, his nightstand, and his desk. I did not find anything I wanted to find. I then proceeded to look between his mattress and I found a journal. I grabbed the journal and sat on his bed and read through his journal.

Over break I went down to South Carolina. I went with my mom, my dad and my sister. We had to leave our cat at home because cats don’t really like……. 11 hour drives and being in new places. My grandmother got a cat while we went to see other family in Georgia. The second day of being in her house the cat ran and hid underneath the fireplace (yes I am not joking under the fireplace. Eventually she came out. She ran and hid under the fireplace because of the Vacuum Monster and/or because the Christmas tree fell (accidentally I have no clue how it happened) and scared her. For the rest of our time in South Carolina (about 1 day and a half after our Georgia trip) she hid and came out very little. After we left she came out more and is now very

“She was my cat”, Emily exclaimed, ”why did you get rid of her!”.This was said to her father. Her emotions were all over the place, she was sad, disappointed, and most of all mournful. This is Emily Kuhlman, a thirteen year old girl, but in only second grade one of the saddest things had happened to the young Emily.

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.

There once was a cat that just wanted to be seen. It was not just any ordinary cat, no. It had thick black fur and shining amber eyes that would glow eerily if the light hit them a certain way. But most important of all, this cat wasn't alive. It was simply the ghost of a cat that once belonged to a little girl in the 1980s. That little girl's name was Lisa Van De Laar. Soon after the late 1990s, the cat sadly passed away. A lovely funeral was held in the backyard and he was laid to rest in peace. What Lisa didn’t know was that the spirit of the sweet protective cat of her childhood had been watching over her since his death. He would never appear in corporeal form to Lisa’s eyes though he tried his very hardest to make her notice him, she never saw him. After

He heard a faint sound outside besides the rain and thunder, it was one he recognized. John crept over to the back door by his room and pushed it open. He heard another noise but this one was different. John turned his head slightly only to see the neighbor’s cat, Waffles. Waffles was an orange tabby cat with cataracts in one eye because he was growing quite old, but this didn’t stop John from loving this cat. Waffles was under part of the roof for cover, but he was still soaked. John hurried over to him and picked up the cat. Before he closed

One day, Cissy was walking on the street for a walk. She saw a pitiful cat which was almost died lied on the road. No one noticed it. She felt very sad so she crushed it in her arm and took it to her home. She took care the cat everyday. The cat brought her family so many fun and their family get better and better and they did not know why.

“Hurry up Teagan and get the pets or we're gonna be late!” I slowly got up out of bed and got my Tshirt on with my jean shorts and when to my mom and dad’s room was so I could watch the pets. I heard screaming and shouting going on downstairs. My pets Scooter the black cat, Nikko the French bulldog, and Autumn the tortoiseshell cat never even noticed all the comotion.

My mom was almost killed by my dad with a knife. My father always beat us when he gets upset over the day he had. We got used to the beatings and the sound of a belt as it whipped through the air. But, my life changed when my dad aimed a knife at my mom. All I had as a child was my mother, and my dad tried to take that away from me. My mother hugged me and pushed me away as my dad stepped closer to her. The moment her hands left mine I saw my life crumble before my eyes.

The very place where the tribes had fought was strewn with dirt and remains of shelters. There were chunks of debris and charred, barren trees. Hidden amongst the destroyed chief’s house was a young, helpless kitten with greyish fur. She was exhausted and didn’t know where she was. Her name was Meowski.

I remember going over to my Mom’s apartment on that cold and soggy day in the middle of Fall. As I entered the house the foul smell of felines engulfed my nose and I began to sneeze all over my Mother’s furniture. I yelled to the top of my lungs “I HATE CATS!” to which she scolded me and said “At least they keep me company unlike you” in a sarcastic voice. Then she went into the kitchen to retrieve the roast she had been preparing all day. The smell of the golden roast helped me forget the stench of her cats. As we ate she told me about her day and how she had bought a new cat, to which I replied in a frustrated tone, “You need to stop with all this cat stuff, I lost count after 7 and it can’t be healthy for your breathing with all this dandruff and cat hair floating in the air” I stammered. She bypassed my remark, then blurted out “I invited you over because something happened today at then doctor’s office” which puzzled me because usually I