Moofy
As the wind wailed outside our house on a freezing January night, a night so cold not even the thickest skinned animal would even dare to be outside, there was a thunderous screech outside of my house. I first ignored the atrocious sound, until I heard the screech once again and finally urged my mom to go see what was outside. To our surprise, she came back with a little nappy white kitten once freezing to death on this frosty winter night, now curled up in mom’s loving arms. My family brought this little fur ball into our house to warm her up, and we instantly fell head over heels in love. Being instantly attached, we named her Mufossa (Moofy for short), even though my parents were only planning on keeping her on the heated porch until
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Moofy has a simply unique pattern settling on her nappy white fur. She is naturally bleached with a little dark gray patch on her back, one that looked like a narrow island drifting in a monstrous ocean. As she developed, her fur changed from being a frosty white to a charcoal gray, she was no longer the same bony white kitten from that dreadful winter night. While she was living on our dark, warm porch, we studied her every stealthy move and observed another strange characteristic about her. Moofy’s tail looked exactly like a raccoon’s tail. Moofy’s thick black stripes filling her entire tail, with little patches of gray, present to fill in the empty spaces. Once Moofy was comfortable around us she started being playful, and we noticed that she had ginormous, razor sharp claws, so long that they cannot retract back into her tiny toes, leaving them always sticking out of her paws. When Moofy’s claws were shot into our backs, backs protected by layers of thick clothing, …show more content…
Sprinting at lightning speed from one end of the house to the other, showing the family how quick she is, and after 10 seconds of exercise she would dramatically collapse to the carpeted floor ready, to take a long unbothered cat nap. Moofy’s impaired sight never stopped her from having a good time. She can only see bright colors or patterns, so if there is a colorful pattern on blankets or pants that catches her eye, she will dig her razor sharp claws into whatever of the pattern that is visible to her. Being an un-intelligent cat, she doesn’t really realize that her claws pierce the skin, and really cause a lot of pain. One day she found the real use to having those insanely long nails. While lounging in our living room I heard the door slowly creak open, I was home alone and instantly butterflies filled my stomach as Moofy and I were the only ones at home, and she was sound asleep on the porch. To my surprise, Moofy came darting around the corner at full speed with her raccoon-like tail straight up in the air. It turns out that she would launch herself onto the trim around our kitchen door, and rest her long back feet on the metal door handle so she could use all her body weight to maneuver the door open. Her eyes indicated she was unintelligent, but she was actually a very smart cat. She was a harmless kitten; she would always show her harmlessness by chasing her own
The Pygmy three-toed- sloths are described to have buff-colored faces with dark circles that surround the eye and go outwards to their temples. Like all sloths, they are always in doldrums which can be very unbeneficial to them. They have clay-orange fur that covers their face and their hair is long and bushy. “Long hair hangs forward to the forehead, giving the impression of a hood” (Grzimek 161). Their outer fur has coated an alga that is used as camouflage to avoid predators. If they were attacked, they have a high probability of surviving due to their ability to heal from grievous wounds. These sloths have a total of 18 teeth, 10 coming from their upper jaw. Similar to other sloths their body temperature regulation is imperfect (“Bradypus pygmaeus pygmy three-toed sloth” (a)).
Anybody’s house can be filled with prized possessions and expensive furniture, but just think how much more memorable your items are with deep grooves from your household cat in them. From climbing the Christmas tree to marking territory on the grand piano, cats can leave a mess behind and not even mean to A surgical procedure called onychectomy, could solve any pet owners solution to this mess. The only problem with this procedure is that it seems kind of brutal to just do this to your favorite little feline. If a procedure like declawing never existed, many cats would be put into a shelter or even thrown out by their trusted pet owners. Therefore, it is important for critics to learn both sides of the issue before making a full judgment over the subject. Onychectomys
TRANSITION: Now that you know how intelligent cats are, lets talk about their tail signals.
Growing up as an only child I made out pretty well. You almost can’t help but be spoiled by your parents in some way. And I must admit that I enjoyed it; my own room, T.V., computer, stereo, all the material possessions that I had. But there was one event in my life that would change the way that I looked at these things and realized that you can’t take these things for granted and that’s not what life is about.
The only problem with that was that he was an inside cat, we didn’t want something bad to happen to him since we lived near a road and some aggressive neighbors that weren’t very kind to cats. One day after getting home from school neither of my parents were home and I didn’t realize Oreo was right at the door until I opened it. He bolted as soon as I cracked the door open. I tried to catch him, but he sprinted off into the woods. I was devastated for about three days until I thought I had found him. The cat I found looked just like Oreo, or at least I thought it did. Being an optimistic eleven year old of course I wanted to believe the cat I had in my possession was the cat I had lost. It was fluffy and black and white just like Oreo, but I didn’t notice that the markings were just a little bit different, or that this new cat was actually a little friendlier than my grumpy Oreo. The other thing I didn’t notice was that this cat was a girl. I really wanted to believe that this was my cat until the actual owners came by looking for their cat, they had a poster for her and everything. My parents decided to show them the cat we had found just to be sure. Being eleven years old and
A calm crisp breeze circled my body as I sat emerged in my thoughts, hopes, and memories. The rough bark on which I sat reminded me of the rough road many people have traveled, only to end with something no one in human form can contemplate.
We went on a walk and saw a cat; the cat was green. The green, fluffy cat waddled around the yard. Fred, was chasing a mouse through the yard; Fred was panting when he stopped. The mouse, Marty, ran faster than the green cat: without thinking he ran into the barn door! Fred said, “Dangit! You’re lucky this time Marty.” As Fred stalked Marty in a cat-like way, Marty had ran out the back door. Since Marty was faster, he kept running circles around Fred, to taunt him. Fred started getting dizzy, so he decided to lay down and give up. When Fred laid down and finally fell asleep, Marty decided to sit on him. Marty’s small presence didn’t make a big difference; they both fell asleep.
When everyone in town found out about the noise of the puppies, they were very surprised. People started to visit the puppies, and saw that their eyes were open, they could run and jump, and they made lots of noise! They were yellow, and had white spots on their paws, just like Hattie. Suddenly, everyone in town wanted one of Hattie's puppies!
On the Monday October 27th, 2014, for the first time in 4 years I did not wake up at 5:30 in the morning, I was not putting on a green skivvy shirt and shorts. There was no formation, no one that was higher command I had to report to, telling me where I had to go, what time I had to eat breakfast, what was I doing this day or what our platoon plans were for the day. There were no PT (physical training) I had to do this morning. Instead, I woke up grab a regular t-shirt, khaki shorts, and my two sea bags full of clothing and gear that I collected during my time in the Marine Corps. I threw everything in my vehicle and drove from Camp Pendleton, California to Quincy, Illinois. Within two weeks I was accepted to Southern Illinois University Carbondale. For three days, I stayed at the
Molly couldn’t believe that Marlee didn’t like her idea. It was perfect, and Marlee just rejected it. Well that is going to change Molly decided. Either Marlee would accept or Molly would do it herself Molly thought as she walked over to Callypso creaky crumbling cage. When she tried to open it she realized it was stuck like glue. She pulled harder still no luck. “Mew” Callypso purred in hopes of a reward for being so calm, but the look on Molly’s face told her that she was not getting anything. Finally after what seemed like 2,000 days Molly finally got the cage open. Gingerly she took the kitten out and put her in a chamber that was frowning down on both of them. Callypso didn’t know what was going on scritch scratch went her claws, that were sharp like razors, against the hard cold metal door. “There we go” Molly said proudly she knew she had messed up but she didn’t care she stepped in the chamber
About three years ago my mom, dad, and sister and I went to our local animal shelter to adopt a puppy that looked like Scrappy from Scooby-Doo.I got out the car and walked to the shelter and heard the sound of dogs barking and whimpering ¨woof,woof¨ and the sounds of kittens meowing,¨meow¨.As I walked in the air pushed the smelly poop and pee that smells like fish guts into my face.Immediately I saw people, kittens as cute as babies, and puppies were blankets inside.As I went to explore I saw blankets and cages as terrifying as prison cells.I was in my own world it was like a fairytale until I heard a person walking toward me and say,¨It's time to fill out paperwork¨.My mom guided me to the chairs that a surprisingly comfy and soft feel.As
Thumbs Out A girlfriend of mine once defended me to her father by saying, calmly, “Not everyone who wanders is lost.” The dad kicked me out of the house anyway. But the damage had been done. Not everyone who wanders is lost.
Squeaky had been a part of the family for as long as I could remember. She was with me since I was two and a half years old. At that time in my life, I didn't see Squeaky as anything but another play toy. But as I grew older, I saw that she was much more than a toy. In March of 1991, we moved. The adults in the family were busy packing things up and transporting them to the new house. My grandma was entertaining my sister and me. After the last load was unpacked, Mom realized that Squeaky wasn't at the new house. My cousins jumped in the car and went back to pick up my very frightened cat. Once she was in the new house, she immediately darted upstairs. She found comfort among my belongings. There she stayed until my aunts and uncles left. When she realized it was only my immediate family left, she began to wander about. She made sure all of our stuff had made it safely. She seemed to understand that this was to be our new home and gave her approval.
... elbow grease. He slept more, and he lost weight from eating less and less. Eventually he looked so pitiful, it was all I could do not to cry every time I saw him. His pain was my pain, his suffering was my suffering. He struggled to do simple things like walk and jump. It was almost as if he was trying to hide the hurt from me, but I could see it in those intricate globes called eyes. The sparkle and color had been stolen from them and death crept its way not only to the soul of my cat, but to our entire household. That night sorrow and death knocked on our door, and released their unwanted wrath. Black smoke covered my eyes, and I reached out to Bazzle, but I knew it was already too late. Halos were a hidden comfort in his eyes, and he almost had a golden tint around him. I said, “I love you, Bazzle”, and he was carried out the door. He never came back.
The day Mom got Sugar was somewhat frightening for me. Obviously, I wanted nothing to do with the dog, I never planned to be in the same room as the dog, much less, take care of the dog. After all, Mom was supposed to take care of the dog. Slowly, I fell in love with her. She looked stern and loving. Her warm, brown eyes and pearly white smile only helped me fall in love with her. Not long after that I started to enjoy her company. Sugar was a loyal dog, she wanted to please everyone. When we went for a walk Sugar would come with us. We kept her on a leash, yet she never strayed from us.