When I was about 5 years old me, my dad, my mom, and my sister were going to go get a cat from someones house. When we got there I was really nervous and shy about going into someones house when I didn't know them but i followed my dad inside. I saw the little orange kitten running around and my mom told me that he was going to be our cat. As we were leaving we put the little kitten inside the kennel and he didnt like it. As we were heading back home the kitten was put in the back seat between me and my sister. I wasnt sure I was going to like him because he kept hissing and spitting as us. When we got home we let him out of the kennel and let him run around the house so he could get used to our house. He was so loveable with us. My dad was the one that came up with the name Bow. I fell in love with him and decided that he was going to me my cat.
Bows fur is orange with small streaks of a lighter orange that looked like it could be a yellow and he had white rings around his tail. He hasgreen eyes, 3 black whiskers, and a small tear at the top of his right ear.
We had a large calculator that we kept on the desk and he would always sleep on top of it. I would always be playing with him of be holding him in my arms. About 3 years later me moved to kannapolis from salsburry and Bow had gotten so much bigger. He was a little less playful and was too big to sleep on the calculator so he just slept on the couch. Once Bow got comfortable about living in the new house he started to sleep with me. Then Bow always slept at the bottom of the bed near my feet and I had the softest blanket in the house folded on my bed for him to sleep on top of. Bow loved sleeping on the blanket so much. I sometimes found him on my bed when I came home from school but most of the time he would be on the couch asleep.
Now Bow always sleeps on my bed and when I come home from school I find him sleeping on my bed and as soon as I open the door he gets off of my bed and comes to the door to see me. He follows me around the house all the time and stays with me the whole night. When i go downstairs and sit on the couch he always lays down right beside me. If someone is giving him attention all I have to do is snap my fingers or call his name and he comes right up to me.
wow , who knew that cats could be a persons best freind ? nice story
ReplyDeleteI liked your story of how you got your cat say do you want a cat i have 20
ReplyDeleteAwesome. You said that you decided he would be your pet, but it also sounds like that he made that decision too...is first response to you was hissing and spitting! Now he comes to you whenever you call his name! What did you do to win him over?
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