Angle Cats Spring of 2005 my family gained a new kitten. It sounds like it should be a happy story but, it starts sad. A little girl's tears at a yard sale. Neighbours dogs barking. Cartoons with a talking dog. A father with a brown bag of beer. My mom and I went to the animal shelter in Hamilton to get cat food. As she paid, I walked to the room with that had many cats. As I crouched before the door a calico cat came up to the door. She had a pink collar and sea green eyes. The calico coloring was limited to her head and tail. The rest of her body was white as snow without a drop of color anywhere. I slid my fingers through the door and scratched her face. She began to purr as soon as I touched her. I quickly said goodbye and followed my mom out of the shelter. The small cat was the only thing I could think of for days. I kept asking my mom for a new cat. I told her I was in love without even knowing the cats name. A few days later my mom finally agreed to go look at the cat. We went back to the shelter and I ran to the door. The lady at the shelter explained to me how to act around the shelter cats and let us in. The calico came up to me as if she remembered me. I scooped her up and she put her head against my neck. Her collar said her name was Itty Bitty. We kept her name and brought her home that day. She got along with the …show more content…
The kitten was tan with bright blue eyes. He did not like being hugged tight but liked it better than the paper bag. We named the kitten Scooby-Doo after the carton dog. Scooby was not like Itty Bitty and quickly became my mom’s cat. We still have Scooby and he is now a lazy cat that sleeps all day and hunts at night. He puts himself to bed by getting under the blankets and squeaks if you touch him. He still does not like to be held but will put up with it for short periods of time. The Doo is a good cuddle kitty and still playful as
Months later, I woke up and walked down stairs to make my oats. I walked downstairs and was looking for my Father. I looked everywhere in the house before I noticed he was no-where to be found. Then I walked into the living room and saw my Mother. She was hysterical. Tears were running down her cheek like the Mississippi flowed into the Gulf of Mexico.
Faye is fighting to re-home animals that have been abandoned and abused. Since 2012 she has re-homed more than 60 dogs, and about 20 kittens. Faye says, “I would do anything no matter what to save one animal.” It’s as if her whole entire life revolves around saving animals. Faye thinks just by adopting an animal you can help animal abandonment. Also, Faye has her own book on why animal abandonment isn’t good. Although Faye thinks her job is stressful, she thinks it’s easy because she enjoys doing her job and helping animals find a home.
The scary part for Maggie is that she was going to the pound, but we saved her. Every morning I wake up, feed, and give water to Maggie. Most of the time I am the first one to get back to my house so when I get home I do the same thing, feed her and give her water. One day my cousin came to my house, and we went outside with Maggie and played catch with one of her toys.
I got together with Sierra and Adrianna to cook our lobsters. It was a sane process because as we began cooking, we had the chance to know each other better and become friends. First, I boiled my lobsters the night that I received them.The smell of the lobster was so bad, I could have sworn I smelled it for two whole weeks. Then, the coming Monday I began the process of making lobster tail picatta. As I started shucking, I soon discovered that it was a very hard task to accomplish. I had to use a hammer I had around the house to be able to open the tail of the lobster. After I finally was able to receive the meat from the lobster tail, I set it aside. The second part was creating the salad. Afterwards, I washed the lettuce in the sink, then
She also had brown, blonde, and white markings on her feet, which made her look like she was wearing striped socks. On her chest, she had white markings. This little adorable fluffy puppy was now ours. Car doors closed, seats buckled, and the new puppy sat on our laps. During the car ride we tried to come up with names for her. We were pretty sure we wanted to call her Trinity for multiple reasons. First off we adopted her near the Trinity River and she has mainly three colors of fur. Halfway through she got car sick, which made us drive even faster. When we arrived home we let her in the backyard. Millie and Baxter, my other two dogs, were going crazy in the window when they saw her. After she got more adapted to the surroundings we let out our other two dogs. They were crazy, running around and barking. They ran from fence to fence, along the zipline, and all around the pool. The sounds of our laughter ring through the air. After, we went inside and let our close friend meet the puppy before he left for Virginia. We played with her all afternoon and she ran all around the backyard. She ended up getting so tired from playing with us and Millie that she ended up taking a long nap. Later that night we tried to come up with other names for her. We came up with: Penny, after the copper colored fur she has, Chelsea, after the soccer team, Pippy, and
In the story “Everything will be okay” by James Howe, the boy finds a very sick cat. He brings it home, hoping that his parents will take care of him and get him to the vet. When he gets home, his thoughts and hopes vanish, when his mom says she won't keep him. The brother brings the boy and the cat to the vet, and he puts the cat out in a pretzel can, using gas. The boy hates what happened, and he doesn't speak to his family for the rest of the night.
“That’ll do this batch, Paw.” Announced Earl as he tightened the lid on the last jug of shine for the night’s run. As he added it to the others in the back of his beat up Ford pickup, he glanced over at his sleeping dad haphazardly leaned up against an oak tree, his chest rumbling with a drunken snore. All too often, this was the way their nights played out; Earl would work the stills while Paw would drink until he passed out, leaving him to finish up for the night, but he never complained to his father; he understood what led to his Paw’s nightly search for the bottom of that mason jar. As he climbed into the back of the truck to make sure the delivery was covered and tied down, safe and secure, Earl considered how important this particular run was, the moneys raised that night would be used to pay the land taxes, thus protecting both their homes and their main income, these stills for the next year.
The cat had troubles breathing and had a high fever constantly, but after a couple of weeks he was much better and began to eat with the other cats away; the joy I felt from nursing the cat to good health was in-explainable, it just made me extremely satisfied and overjoyed. What I really took from this is that I want to do that for a living, taking care of all animals and bringing them to good health to bring joy to the animal and the owner. That caused me to pursue a dream in veterinary medicine, in order to care for my dog, my horse, and anyone else's animal because I know the joy an animal brings to someone, and the distress it brings someone when they find out their pet is in poor health. I wanna be the one to help the owner, to stop their distress and make them joyful
When I first arrived “Lisa” The girl that I shadowed told me that there was an emergency with one of the animals. It ended up that a one-year-old beagle ate an entire thing of metabolite, and then slowly started to die. The liver had shut down, and the heart rate was up to 300. Lisa told me that taking a thing of metabolite was like taking 50 cups of coffee at once. The owners of the beagle were there and bowling. The beagle’s name was Murry. Murry's body slowly was shutting down one thing after another. The owners made the decision the dog was going to be put to sleep. We got the dog ready to be taken out. They undid all the cords from the dog so they could take it to another room. I said goodbye to the dog, and then they took it into the other room so that the owners could be there when they put him to sleep. After that happened they then had to put a sleep a little hedgehog that had cancer on its mouth. We then did two regular checkups with one cat and with one dog. Those when great. After that we had a dog come in and it ended up having an affection that might end up killing it. I never heard the end result. The last thing that I did there was that a black lab had been bitten by another dog, and that dog ripped a hole in the neck of the black lab. The doctors had to perform surgery on the dog to close up the holes in the neck. They first had to clean it out with qutips. And blood stated to come out right then I was a little dizzy and I thought I was going to faint. But thank god I didn’t. I saw a cat get dental work on it. And a cat get a bath and they had to blow dry it and brush the hair while it was a sleep.
"I think we'll take her." Jack said and I was shocked. He smiled and finished paying and running over what would need to be done and things we would need. I stood and smiled at the pup that was sleeping in my arms. She was a light gray with delicate black and white markings on her face and paws. She was adorable. Póilín laid quietly in the back while the little pup slept in my lap all the way back to Forks.
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.
As a kid, I fell in love with the idea of getting a puppy for Christmas. Wrapped in a small box with a bow on top sitting under the tree just like the movies and tv shows I had seen. I can remember making a Christmas list of all the things I wanted that year, and every year the same thing that I wanted had said “puppy” with it underlined so that my mother knew which was my favorite on the list. Every year no surprise, I didn’t find a dog. I never understood why I never received one. When the kids at school talked about the few dogs they had at home made me so jealous, but I hoped that one day it would be me to have my own best friend at home.
His name was Aden, and he was about 7 years old. He had messy brown hair and excited blue eyes. As soon as he saw the lonely puppy, he smiled. “Mom! Dad!” he called. “There’s one puppy left!”. The puppy recognized this boy from earlier in the day. He had picked the puppy up and said, “I want to take you home. I’ll be right back.”.
I've discovered so much about cats since I adopted Katie. I decided to change her name to Sugar, because of her white tuxedo. I bought her a condo to sleep on plus a new littler box. I also give her a cat vitamin by chopping the vitamin up an placing the tiny pieces in her bowl.
When I was twenty-two years old, I answered an advertisement in the paper for free Labrador puppies. Driving up to the house, I saw all the little critters running around and having a ball of a time. I got into the pen with the pups, and finally decided on the shy runt who spent the majority of his time hiding under a board. I loved his personality and instantly knew he was the dog for me. I named him Charlie, and from that point on our master/dog relationship began.