Hello everyone the name’s Clover, and I’m here to bring some love and maybe even a little luck to your life. I’m a very sweet and loving gal that loves to spend time being around interacting with anyone who is willing to spend some time with me. When you walk in the room to see all of us, I’m more than likely going to come over and start rubbing up against your legs so I can get your attention. So as you can imagine I love to receive attention and affection from people, and when you pick me up and start petting me, I will get my motor running and cuddle up against you. I have only even been an outdoor cat, but I’m litter box trained, so I would also make an amazing indoor cat as well. I was brought into the shelter with five other cats and
Faye Carey is a teen activist who wants to stop animal abandonment. She may not have a lot of time on her hands, but she always has time to help animals that are in need. Like Faye said herself, “I dedicate my life to saving and rescuing abandoned dogs.” She also has a Facebook page dedicated to helping abandoned animals. Faye Carey has helped a lot of abandoned animals and she still does to this day.
One summer day in June a calico cat named Lewis was with his neighborhood gang wandering around. They usually wander around in the early morning then go home during the afternoon to be with their owners. Then at night they would go out and hang out and mess around throughout the night, but when they would get tired they would make their way back home. One night, they found out that all of the families in the neighborhood would be at the town festivities on Saturday night. They planned to go out and hunt mice as a group and have fun while the families were gone.
Miss Brill is without any relatives or close friends. She has no acquaintances to converse with. Therefore, she treats her fur as if it were a pet. Her fur is a “dear little thing” (98) with eyes and a tail. She sometimes feels like “stroking” it (98).
As the van pulls away from the curb, a plummy, shaggy-haired puppy sadly barks his good-bye through the back window. Works Cited Bickel, C. M. "The Therapeutic Roles of Cat Mascots with a Hospital-based Geriatric Population: A Staff Survey. " Gerontologist 19 (1979): 368-72. Seigel, J. M. "Stressful Life Events and use of Physician Services Among the Elderly: The Moderating Role of Pet Ownership. " Journal of Personality & Social Psychology 58 (1990): 108-86. Winkler, A. et al.
All of my life I have been called countless names, some of which irritated me and some did not bother me at all. In elementary school, when kids thought about the name ‘Jackie’ they tended to connect it to Jackie Chan thus calling me ‘Jackie Chan’. Furthermore, the kids seemed to link the name to being a masculine name the majority of the time, which began to annoy me since I answered the question, “Why do you have a boy’s name,” so many times. As years went by, I became used to being asked the question and the kids matured, thus stopped calling me ‘Jackie Chan.’
TRANSITION: Now that I have you thinking about cats, let me tell you about their
Within my fifteen and a half years of living, I have experienced many heart wrenching moments that have changed who I am, so many that I stopped trying to keep count long ago. Like most teenagers, the past couple of years have been some of the most confusing, hectic years of my life. I'm at that age I'm trying to figure out who I am, as well as who I want to become. As indecisive as I am, I will more than likely change my mind a time or two, but right now at this very moment, I've finally come to terms with who I really am, and what I would like to do for the rest of my life.
I am Daisy Velasco. I have an older sister her name is Gracie, she is 25 years old. I love my sister, she is always there for me every time when I need her. I feel very special to have a sister like her. I always wanted to have an older brother, but now I feel lucking to have her as my sister. The problem of her is when she gets mad is hard for us including myself to communicate with her. She have a high temperature. She despairs very fast. She wants things to be done perfect if not she gets mad and starts to yell.
Hi everyone, my name’s Sly, though I seem to be just the opposite of everything my name stands for. In fact, some would even describe me as a loyal, happy go lucky, people friendly, affectionate gal. I am eight years young, but don’t let my age fool you, I am full of energy, and have tons of love left to give. I’m not an overly affectionate gal, I’ll come over every once in a while to receive some love, but mostly I’ll just come over with a ball in my mouth hoping and praying that you’ll want to play ball with me. Speaking of playing ball, it’s absolutely one of my favorite things to do, and I could play for hours upon hours as long as I could find someone to throw it! I am not completely housetrained, so as a result I would really love to
As my Aunt and I entered Judy's house which was a fifteen minute drive from where I live, I noticed cut black and white cat long haired cat with a pink nose and mysterious slanted eyes sneaking up on me near the corner of the hallway of the house. Judy shared with me that Katie was spayed, what foods to feed the cat and that she was tramatized. Judy had shared with me that she took Katie to the Shelter to try to find the owners but to no aval. You see, Katie had showed up at Judy's arcadia door so Judy took her in and kept her for several months before deciding to give the cat away.
I could be concocting my very best homemade Pad Thai, with shrimp money bags, and none of it was as impressive or as interesting as the furry cat on the couch, not to mention the personal escort to and from the car to the door from the sweet, polite, black lab outside. But I can't really blame my guests, for Charlie and Vegas' cute faces and gestures worked their magic on me as well. And more times than not, they got what they wanted in life. After losing Charlie in a car accident, and Vegas being returned to its rightful owner, I decided to get a new cat.
"KATHLEEN!! I NEED YOU TO GET MY BALLOON OFF THE CEILING!" That may sound a little odd, but trust me there is a good reason for my cousins and my sister Clare are shouting at me to get the balloons down. Today is Saturday January 21. My dad and my aunt are having their birthdays at my house today. Aunts, uncles, cousins, parents, a sister and one lonely cat roam the house enjoying the party and having a great time. Previously in the morning I had softball practice from 9-11 AM and then I went bowling with my dad and sister. I had already had a lot of fun that morning, but I was about to have a WHOLE lot more!
Once upon a time, I saw the world like I thought everyone should see it, the way I thought the world should be. I saw a place where there were endless trials, where you could try again and again, to do the things that you really meant to do. But it was Jeffy that changed all of that for me. If you break a pencil in half, no matter how much tape you try to put on it, it'll never be the same pencil again. Second chances were always second chances. No matter what you did the next time, the first time would always be there, and you could never erase that. There were so many pencils that I never meant to break, so many things I wish I had never said, wish I had never done. Most of them were small, little things, things that you could try to glue back together, and that would be good enough. Some of them were different though, when you broke the pencil, the lead inside it fell out, and broke too, so that no matter which way you tried to arrange it, they would never fit together and become whole again. Jeff would have thought so too. For he was the one that made me see what the world really was. He made the world into a fairy tale, but only where your happy endings were what you had to make, what you had to become to write the words, happily ever after. But ever since I was three, I remember wishing I knew what the real story was.
After approximately thirty minutes, which felt like forever the vet came out of the door holding Puddles. His head was wrapped in a cloth, but he was feeling much better as his long and sticky tongue jumped out of his mouth. I ran up to him and took him from the vet and cuddled him with joy. He licked my face with his gooey and smelly breath, but I did not mind Puddles was happy and so was I.
I never really thought about where my life was going. I always believed life took me where I wanted to go, I never thought that I was the one who took myself were I wanted to go. Once I entered high school I changed the way I thought. This is why I chose to go to college. I believe that college will give me the keys to unlock the doors of life. This way I can choose for myself where I go instead of someone choosing for me.