Sure, there are many stories that are better and more charming.
In this case I wanted to write about one kitten's life in this world.
I found him in a pet store with five of his siblings.
It was Easter time.
I am sure they were there to be Easter presents.
The thought came into my mind, how do you pick the right one?
A little girl was there trying out each one. I watched as she held each one.
I noticed one kitten sitting with his front legs tucked under him as the others bounced all over him.
That one is for me.
The girl picked out the one she was holding. He will have a good home too, I thought to myself.
On the papers, the pet store wrote "tiger" for the breed. I laughed at the time. But now I realize how true that is.
My kitten is a tiger.
He was a roughen from the first. But there was a small hint of decency. He would spit out your gnawed on piece of flesh when you pretend to cry. He looked to have empathy and rethought his agressive act.
It was like two different cats trying to come out. He didn't even know which one he was.
He would ask to come up to cuddle then get tired once he was up and struggle to get down.
Now that is he is almost a year in January. I see a kind hearted cat coming out.
This was just his first year.
How much they grow and go through getting to year number one. These are the most important formative years.
It is amazing.
In this case I wanted to write about one kitten's life in this world.
I found him in a pet store with five of his siblings.
It was Easter time.
I am sure they were there to be Easter presents.
The thought came into my mind, how do you pick the right one?
A little girl was there trying out each one. I watched as she held each one.
I noticed one kitten sitting with his front legs tucked under him as the others bounced all over him.
That one is for me.
The girl picked out the one she was holding. He will have a good home too, I thought to myself.
On the papers, the pet store wrote "tiger" for the breed. I laughed at the time. But now I realize how true that is.
My kitten is a tiger.
He was a roughen from the first. But there was a small hint of decency. He would spit out your gnawed on piece of flesh when you pretend to cry. He looked to have empathy and rethought his agressive act.
It was like two different cats trying to come out. He didn't even know which one he was.
He would ask to come up to cuddle then get tired once he was up and struggle to get down.
Now that is he is almost a year in January. I see a kind hearted cat coming out.
This was just his first year.
How much they grow and go through getting to year number one. These are the most important formative years.
It is amazing.
