I finally got around to reading this forum and figured I'd post something that's been lying around for a couple of years now. I can probably write better now than I could when I was thirteen
but here goes:
THE BEST KIND OF FRIEND
-An essay dedicated to Blacky
Have you ever seen a cat who can jump seven feet from the ground, run so fast he's a blur to the human eye, or flip and tumble better than any Olympic gymnast all on a deck rail or ladder? Well, I get to hang out with one every day after school. His name is Blacky and he's been one of my best friends since we adopted him into the family when I was in the third grade.
Even as a six month old kitten, we could tell that he was not going to grow up to be your everyday run-of-the-mill housecat. He is completely jet-black from head to the tip of his extra-long tail, highlighted only by his golden copper eyes. Cat experts estimate that he is a non-pedigree Bombay. All fancy descriptions aside, his personality has developed into the most unique combination of traits. Anyone comes to see him agrees. He's more like a dog in his loyalty, love of people, and playful attitude. He will even go for walks around the neighborhood staying pretty much right at my heels. But he's more like a cat in his agility, sprinting speed, love of climbing, and that effortless elegance that radiates wherever he goes.
Out of everything else though, his best quality is knowing how to be a friend. I tend to be a very busy person, but sometimes when there's nothing to do, I spend time with my other kind of best friend -- Blacky -- the kind that doesnâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]t argue with you, but knows when to comfort, when to play, when to help you get to sleep when you're sick, and when to cheer you up when the studying is getting to you.
The kind of friend that can do all this without ever saying a single word is the best kind of friend. I'm lucky to have one of those friends.
THE BEST KIND OF FRIEND
-An essay dedicated to Blacky
Have you ever seen a cat who can jump seven feet from the ground, run so fast he's a blur to the human eye, or flip and tumble better than any Olympic gymnast all on a deck rail or ladder? Well, I get to hang out with one every day after school. His name is Blacky and he's been one of my best friends since we adopted him into the family when I was in the third grade.
Even as a six month old kitten, we could tell that he was not going to grow up to be your everyday run-of-the-mill housecat. He is completely jet-black from head to the tip of his extra-long tail, highlighted only by his golden copper eyes. Cat experts estimate that he is a non-pedigree Bombay. All fancy descriptions aside, his personality has developed into the most unique combination of traits. Anyone comes to see him agrees. He's more like a dog in his loyalty, love of people, and playful attitude. He will even go for walks around the neighborhood staying pretty much right at my heels. But he's more like a cat in his agility, sprinting speed, love of climbing, and that effortless elegance that radiates wherever he goes.
Out of everything else though, his best quality is knowing how to be a friend. I tend to be a very busy person, but sometimes when there's nothing to do, I spend time with my other kind of best friend -- Blacky -- the kind that doesnâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]t argue with you, but knows when to comfort, when to play, when to help you get to sleep when you're sick, and when to cheer you up when the studying is getting to you.
The kind of friend that can do all this without ever saying a single word is the best kind of friend. I'm lucky to have one of those friends.
