A senile old man lives in my house. His name is Felix and he is my fourteen-year-old cat. We continually engage in physical and psychological battles. I do love Felix, but some days I just want to kick him out the window. Our daily skirmishes consist of unbearably long amounts of time meowing for food and seeing who caves first, squashing my face and clawing my eyes out all the while incessantly purring, and perhaps the worst; sneaking into my room at night and laying right in the middle of the bed, making sure that I cannot sleep comfortably the entire night. These might sound trivial to the average bystander, but in order to win this very serious war, you must think like an army general; calculate the enemy’s whereabouts, read his mind, and strike before he does. Its all very taxing but I thought I knew his every move until about two weeks ago. I was sitting downstairs, minding my own business, scarfing down my dinner of broasted chicken. After I sat down, Felix rambled over and started sniffing my plate. I realized that he was planning on pilfering some of my chicken and a few moments later, he did. I caught the little sneak before he was able to escape commenced fighting for my chicken. I was victorious that time but I knew for a fact that he would be back. Soon enough he came back, trying to look naïve and innocent but I knew what lay behind that fake mask. Well, I decided to play along but after looking away for a few seconds, I saw Felix seize a huge piece of chicken. I turned around, reached to regain the chicken, but as my hand went out, he leapt off the couch and sprinted to a secret hiding spot that I have yet to discover. I seem to remember guffawing at his audacity, but now I just smile and plot our next encounter.
Pets, as bothersome as they can be, are also a huge source of enjoyment and therapy. Puppies, kittens, baby chinchillas scurry around, trip over their disproportional limbs, and provide hours of seek and destroy with little brothers. Every single kind of animal that humans have deemed suitable as pets, have provided generations of unconditional love and loyalty to their owners. The owners could have an off day, expiranced a terrible phone call, or been rejected by a former flame and pets still skip up to the door, and acting like you’re the greatest person ever.
Pets are also tools for physical and mental therapy. Pets become unintentional psychiatrists to their owners, and become highly trusted secret keepers. The relationship between pets and owners are very comfortable they accompany each other on various life adventurers. Pet therapy commonly helps and brightens hospital patients, disabled people, troubled teenagers, and old folks days. They provide unrestricted love and support no matter the circumstance for groups of people who reglarly don’t receive attention and in turn it has been proven that these people have become healthier both bodily and spiritually.
As I started writing this, I recollected how many birthday Felix has celebrated with us. We got him at the pound and since no one knew his actual age, we went on the fact that he looked about two, which was also my brothers age, so I was around 4. Once I figured that out, I couldn’t believe I had known this crazy cat for ten years. Felix has sat quietly and listened to my family, friend, and boy worries, allowed himself to be petted incessantly when I was sick, relaxed and watched my favorite shows without even asking for the remote. Some days, Felix might annoy me to no end and engage in intense battles, but when I remember the all the times we’ve shared, and all the therapy sessions he has helped me with, I realize that he is the best cat I could ever have.
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Rory, I really enjoyed your essay. It read well and i think you did a good job utilizing different verbs and sentence structures. Just imagining you fighting with Felix (who i remember to be quite hefty) over a piece of chicken made me giggle. Also at the end of the essay i like how you tie everything together in that felix, in fact has been theriputic for you, just like other animals are for other people. Good job.
Rory, good job on this essay, I liked it quite a bit and could relate well to it because of my love for pets. You set it up well with the story, then discussed certain things that came to mind about that story. I also thought your imaging was good. Like Krista, I also found myself "giggling" as I read the bit about your mind wars with your cat, mostly because I began to wonder exactly which one of you was really the senile one; and my conclusion determined it wasnt the cat. Just kidding, I really did enjoy it though!
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