Getting My Cat Jess

back At the start of 2019 dad shouted “come on let's go to the spca”. Vroom! We were off. “Ohhh look at the little kittens” arya says in her cute cat voice there were fat ones, skinny ones, little ones and big ones.

“Dad lets go in this cage” I suggested. “I love kittens” I stated when we went in. I could smell the kitty litter. It is as stinky as a cowboy boot “This one Looks like a ball of fluff” I say it was as cute as a bunny. There were cats like that everywhere. It was a pandemonium in the cage beside us cats fighting using the litter box. They were everywhere piled on top of each other scratching pattern taking a bath, flipping.

meow! “this one let's get this one It does not meow a lot and loves me it's all fluffy and grey as well” I firmly said “ok” agreed arya and Dad so we feel out the paperwork And took her home I could feel her soft Fur during the trip. She was meowing and thinking she was getting stolen but We feed her and gave her some food and she was happy as can be she was jumping up and down with the big smile on her face and playing with her toys we gave her. She even took a very long nap.

Screech! We came to a stop and hoped out. When we were home we let her explore zoom! She zipped to her basket and took a nap after the hard day's work. We filled her wallet and gave her she wasn't happy is the full stop my sister had for the laser the day before and was pointing it everywhere it was a catastrophe

Summary
I felt and thought I was like a hero for picking her as a pet. It was the best part of my life.