Scavengers Narrative

He grew and throve very well in his small cage. “Here he grew, and throve in strength and beauty under the care of an invisible protecting hand.” The animal’s owner provided all the life supplies he needed and nourished him everyday. One day he discovered that the cage was open. The animal was scared at first, but then approached it. He decided to make a run for freedom. A leap for liberty. The animal dashed out of the cage and now lives free like any other wild animal. Waiting and then taking the risk was worth the chance.

Looking down, her orbs locked with dull green ones. The little creature was rubbing against her black skirts, little vibrations catching against her ankle as it broke under the umbrella of lace. The cat poked its head out and mewled up at her. Smiling softly, the goddess reached down and picked up the tortoiseshell animal and held it to her breast.

When the author gets home, she shows her mom the kitten. Her mom tells her to take all her clothes into the basement so they don’t touch anything. She tells her mom that the kitten is going to be her pet. Her mom tells her that the kitten is filled with disease. She knows what her mom means. She is very sad. When her brother gets home, she has new hope. Her brother works for Dr.Milk, the town vet. She goes to her brother to the vet clinic. When she gets there her brother tells her he needs help in the back room. The author assumes that he will give it medicine, but her brother tells her that they are putting it down and tells her to be a man. She immediately draws the box away from the back room. Her brother tells her she doesn’t have a choice and that it is the best option to put the kitten down. She replies with, “You do have a choice”. If it is half dead, it is also half alive”. She doesn’t want to let him

I have been continuing with the word scavenger hunt and it appears to be successful with the clients. Each week I have been finding more and more of them joining in. Even the ones that wish not to participate at first will join in once it starts. The secret sentences get slightly longer each week to accommodate the growing number of participants. I usually feel a slight anxiety before I start the game, wondering if it would be successful, but now after five tries, I have no doubt in its success.

“I got her!” Gwaine shouted, his arms outstretched as he sprinted to the right. Incredibly, the puppy landed right in his arms, but Gwaine lost his footing and fell into a bed of chrysanthemums. The puppy seemed to love this adventure, because she let out a howl of joy, licked Gwaine’s face, then peed on him.

“It was five minutes, and you already have two welts. If you’re a good kitten and stay completely still,” Castiel cracked down on her again and Nana cried out a little. “I promise I’ll make you purr.”

Morning Everyone! I’m Eric Barber, the owner and best friend of Whiskers the Cat (dramatically sob). We’ve shared so many grievous, funny, and phenomenal memories, but I wished we could have kicked off one more time before he left this cruel world. I hope the short, Wendy Williams shaped man is sorry for what he’s done to Whiskers and his family. He took care of 3 kittens, Amanda, Lucky, and K.O., who never had a chance to get to know the mother, Snow White. She died after eating a bowl full of Grandmother’s famous but deadly sweet potato pie. I will be taking custody of these three beautiful creations until I believe they’re as great as their father. People say that the past is the past, but Whiskers will always be remembered

“I wrote that your aunt really wanted to see our new kitten, so we took him along,” she said.

“No. But it’s adorable!” This was a little weird for me to like this cat because i’ve always hated cats and never wanted one. I was scared they would scratch me and that they were all mean. After the girl went inside I said to my friend, “Pick it up.”

Later in the day, Miss Kitty came around and acted as if nothing happened when we first met. She asked, “What kind of cat are you? You are so different from any I have seen. Hold still a minute and let me get a closer look. I have never seen a cat with markings like yours, and your smooth silky coat is so unusual. In the sunlight, it glitters.”

As much as I was content with sitting by Emmy, there was nothing that I wanted more than to hop in the driver’s seat and put the pedal to the metal. When my we arrived, my father carried Emmy inside, and the veterinarians began to assess her. I could almost hear the seconds and minutes ticking past as I plopped down on the bench in the waiting area, with tear stained cheeks. After a long and agonizing wait and conversation with the veterinarian, I made the hardest decision of my life: to let my precious kitty go.

The cat hopped off of the wooden chair, gaining the brown-haired male’s attention. He stood from where he had been seated comfortably on the floor, stretching out his limbs before walking across the dusty wooden floorboards, to the sliding glass doors of his small cosy home. There

“ARGH!” Lucy screamed as she stomped up to her room. “Life is so unfair, girl!” She told her husky, Thorn. Thorn barked in reply. “At least you understand me.” She said as she sat on her bed.

"Yes." On second glance, she was now under the same bridge. “No,” she realized. “At first, but there are others.” She peered closer, "children, cold and huddling near a fire." "Are there adults with you?" "Yes, a man snoring, he’s lying in a cardboard box.” With a child’s perception, she surveyed the scene, but then, something furry settled into her tiny

She then proceeds to comb his stomach fur and under leg fur with without any movement wasted. Whiskie voluntarily lifts up his leg to give my sister a better angle to comb, and she praises him for doing so.