My pet


Already in my childhood I dreamed of a pet. I dreamed that at home a funny little puppy or a fluffy little lump in the form of a cat appeared.

Then my mother and I read (looked cartoon) about “Baby and Carlson,” and then my desire became permanent and ineradicable.

For many years I begged the pet from my parents, and every time I ran into a refusal. But I still wanted to have a real live fluffy friend at home.

And, like in a book, my wish suddenly came true. I myself did not believe my eyes, but on. birthday, I opened the door of my room and saw there. real live kitten! I could not believe my eyes!

At first, everyone swore at his appearance in the house. Mom’s that he always tears something and cuts furniture, dad’s that he’s eating a remote from the TV and sleeping on his favorite place on the couch, even I realized that a coteyka is not only a living toy, but also a living soul, and a source of constant problems. I get up – he wrote in slippers, I had to walk – he tore down down gloves, I prepare lessons – he lay down on the table, I sleep – and the kotyara decided to play or pomyukat.

But over time, we are all used to the cat, and he is with us. And it turned out that the cat – a wonderful creature! He is a friend to me for many games. Mom is an assistant in the cleaning of the kitchen – pour out milk there, and the cat will gladly pour it out, and at the same time it will wipe the whole floor, dad – a wonderful hot-water bottle, they watch football with pleasure, Dad looks, and his cat heats, and his younger brother (sister) a wonderful nanny – a cat creeps crawly with the baby (baby) on the floor and growls and falls asleep in his (her) arms, cradling the baby (baby) with his rumbling.

So now we can not imagine life without our beloved and necessary cat!


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My pet