Six years ago, My Mom, Dad, Sister and I started fostering a kitten named Buttercup, then named her Stella after we adopted her. Buttercup was her old name, along with her sister Butterscotch and brother Butterball. My family and I loved Stella. Stella is my version of a living treasure, even with her flaws I wouldn’t change anything about her. She's sweet, loving, and gives me someone to talk to who doesn’t criticize. She was my world, and still is. Stella has pure vanilla white hair, chocolatey-brown spots, and yellow eyes like sunflowers. Now she is six years old and I hope she stays with me for a long time. I’ll tell this story starting at the beginning at my house in Atlanta, Georgia, the place where I grew up. Six years ago, when I was seven, my family fostered kittens. I lived in Georgia for …show more content…
seven years and in that seven years I always had a love for cats. My family fostered many cats and our last one was Stella. Stella is now six years old and I hope she live a long and happy life. My family and I got Stella when she was about four months old. She was supposed to be a family cat but soon turned into mine only. I feed her and groomer and clean up after her so, I guess she is my cat. The first week we got her was amazing it was like a dream in reality. Stella loves to play and would always sit on my lap when I was watching TV. Stella made my world dance. I began to talk to Stella by myself thinking that she listened. I believe she listens to me because she looks at me when I talk to her and her ears twitch. She might not understand me but she listens. She brings me comfort. When I was young I had sleep trauma.
I would stay up, for hours until midnight or longer, sitting in my bed thinking and doing nothing. after I begged my mom and dad one million times to let Stella sleep in my room, they finally said yes. Once Stella started sleeping my room my sleep trauma went away. I don't know, maybe it was Stella's soft fur, or her soft purring that was like the waves at the beach or like white noise, but something about her just soothed me and I could sleep again. I guess you could say she saved me, she's like my unsung hero. After about a year of having Stella and living in Georgia we packed our bags and moved to Florida. We tried everything to get Stella in her crate but she was stubborn and smart and would not go in no matter what. The last time we put her in a crate was when we went to the vet's office and she did not like that; her nose got a blister that looked like she got sunburned because she would rub her nose on the metal door. She never went into the crate again after that. So, I put a handful of treats at the back of the carrier and left it in the kitchen. Finally after a little less than an hour Stella went in the
crate. We realized she was going to meow all the way to Florida and to get to Lakeland, Florida was an 8-hour drive! We let Stella out of the crate and tried to feed her a cold medicine pill that was supposed to make you sleep to, but she would not eat it. We tried putting it in her food bowl, but when the bowl was empty the only thing left inside was the pill. The last thing we tried was another cold medicine pill that was supposed to dissolve in your mouth for kids. My mom opened Stella's mouth and put it in. She chewed it once and spit it out, but the pill already started to dissolve and her mouth was foaming. I hit would have been fine if the pill was white because of her white fur, but the pill was purple. She had purple foam down her chest and it was pretty funny. The pill didn’t help her sleep so she meowed all the way to Lakeland, Florida. 8-hours later we were at our new house! A brown house made of brick with a blackish-gray roof and a two car garage. I immediately picked the room with a window seat and a walk-in closet. The reason why I picked the room with the window seat, was because I pictured a cat tree for Stella right next to the window seat, with me sitting on the seat and Stella sitting at the top of her cat tree. It was my dream. After fully moving in, my birthday was coming up and so I asked for a cat tree. My mom looked online and found a cat tree being sold for about $35.00 dollars. My mom and I visited the house and saw the cat tree. It was perfect! My mom wrote a check to the people who had the cat tree and we took it home. On the way we got some flea spray and antibacterial spray too. When we got home, my mom helped me put the cat tree into my room and we sprayed it down with the flea spray and the antibacterial spray. I put Stella's food bowl at the top of the cat tree and soon she came running. At nights she would sleep in the same room as me or in my bed. She loved the cat and you could tell. She slept on the top and bottom, and she would sit on the second step and let me pet her. My dream of the perfect cat tree came to life. Stella was a little skittish at first when we the cat tree in the house, but she got used to it. Over the years Stella, the family, and I, got more and more used to the house. Sadly, we had to stop fostering cats because Stella did not like the other cats and cats in the house. Plus, we had no place to put them. Our fostering days were over. But, when I grow up I plan to foster cats. After getting Stella I realized that my love for animals was not just for cats, but also for dogs and hamsters and even snakes, it was all animals and that's when I realized that Stella has shown me that I want to be a veterinarian. To this day, I still wonder what would have happened if we hadn't gotten Stella, if we never Fostered cats. When I would come home from school, the first person that would greet me would be Stella. It’s always made my day better even if it was the worst day of my life. If I had to say something and couldn’t hold it in, she would be the one to talk to, or if I felt sick, she would make me feel better. Stella is like my unsung hero and everyone needs a hero at one time or another. Stella is my unsung hero and always will be. When sickest i've ever been Stella was there. When I had to leave my old school and leave all my friends, Stella was there. And when my dog died because of cancer, Stella was there for me. She has been there for me all my life. Stella is my unsung hero and I know that when she is gone, her spirit will still be with me.
Far back, in the midst of a time when the world was very young, there lived a princess named Lucille and a bunny named Fluffy. Lucille was a beautiful girl with chocolate brown hair, and eyes as blue as the sweet summer sky. Fluffy was as white as snowflakes and as soft as clouds. He offered plenty of razzmatazz but little manners. They lived together in a tall castle, covered in green vines and grey cobblestone, hidden in the dense forest filled with animals and nature.
You wouldn’t believe everything that's been going for the past two weeks. Remember Betty Parris? She fell into a “sickness” but I heard that there's something darker to the story… witchcraft. . Eventually she woke up and started screaming some nonsense about wanting her mother, who’s been dead for what feels like ages now. That's how you know something sinister is afoot. The only thing that could calm her down was Rebecca Nurse. I don’t know about you, but I think that's pretty suspicious that out of all the people in town, only Goody Nurse could get some sense into the child. Rumor has it that she was caught flying over the Ingersoll’s barn the just a few nights ago. That's just the beginning of it..
And now it's time for Silly Songs with Pinkie Pie. The part of the show where Pinkie comes out and sings a silly song. One Day, while talking to Dr. Spike, Pinkie confronts one of her deepest fears... Pinkie: (singing) If My Lips ever left my mouth, packed a bag, and headed South, That'll be too bad, I'd be so sad.
Her mother had died after being hit by a reckless driver. Alice, a fifteen-year old, African-American girl, was now without her natural and most influential guide on how to cope with the powerful transition from girl to lady.
was about eight years old--I was living in this foster home that took in boarders
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I find that it works well to use a small treat to lure the dog into the crate. When the dog first arrives, do this several times so he begins to understand. Also when he is going in the crate I use the command "kennel up".... ... middle of paper ...
Buttercup, as presented in the book The Princess Bride, by William Goldman, lacks the many characteristics to claim the title “Princess.” In her world she may be considered princess material, but in this world, the modern world, my daughter as a much better chance of becoming a princess.
This elderly patient was so bossy just now. If you don't your doing don't stick me I need a butterfly. So I get the butterfly stick me right here on my hand. Me: that's your bone shit see you don't know what your doing.
Sticking two black button eyes on our snowman, I turned and gave Charlie a high-five. "Finished!" I said. "And there's not a finer snowman in the whole neighborhood." But Charlie wasn't looking at me. He was staring at the snowman, his face almost as white.
Yellow Cardigan: Just when I was going to take off my shoes There on the rooftop I can clearly see A girl with pretty long braided hair there before me Despite myself I go and scream, "Please don't do it!" Wait a moment what did I say? I really couldn't care less either way!
Hello I'm Alice. I live in Berwick, England in 1222 ,and I have a dream. My dream is to become a knight. I know this sounds crazy in my time but I think that it's possible. You guys reading probably are in the future.I'm going to tell my story. This is where the fun begins.
Ever since I was a boy I--I saw things, things that people did not really understand. They did not understand the bond I had with Rose. He was my friend- my only friend- up until my parents gave me away. That is when Rose started speaking to me through a Rose. I knew it was him because when I did something wrong it would start to die. The rose would glare at me, and give me a bad feeling, which is what would make me do things, things that hurt other people. It calls to me in the middle of the night --I hate that he wakes me up -- I have to wake up or he gets angry. One day a girl came in the house, I was shocked no one ever comes to visit. I heard something -- it was the rose- he was telling me to kill her. Rose told me to stab her over and over again, but I could not because I could tell there was something special about her.
How are you doing sweetie? How are the kids? How is work and how is the house? Is Tommy doing okay in school? How is Barbara Anne?
When discussing the poetic form of dramatic monologue it is rare that it is not associated with and its usage attributed to the poet Robert Browning. Robert Browning has been considered the master of the dramatic monologue. Although some critics are skeptical of his invention of the form, for dramatic monologue is evidenced in poetry preceding Browning, it is believed that his extensive and varied use of the dramatic monologue has significantly contributed to the form and has had an enormous impact on modern poetry. "The dramatic monologues of Robert Browning represent the most significant use of the form in postromantic poetry" (Preminger and Brogan 799). The dramatic monologue as we understand it today "is a lyric poem in which the speaker addresses a silent listener, revealing himself in the context of a dramatic situation" (Murfin 97). "The character is speaking to an identifiable but silent listener at a dramatic moment in the speaker's life. The circumstances surrounding the conversation, one side which we "hear" as the dramatic monologue, are made by clear implication, and an insight into the character of the speaker may result" (Holman and Harmon 152).