...directed towards me. I took a glance and saw figure of a black cat. “Pluto? Is that you?” I mumbled toward it. Then it was like a shine ray directed toward the object, it revealed Pluto. It was really Pluto then I saw Pluto’s red eyes shine. I became scared and ran away from it. Pluto walked closer towards me. The cat looks so scary with the red eyes and blood non-stop flowed out from the cat’s eyes. Did Pluto cries? But why the tears turned to blood? ------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------- How far you could run in just a square room cell? Wherever I ran, Pluto still walked towards me and it getting closer. I gave up when I felt tired and stood still at the corner of the room. The cold wind blew in made me shivered in fright. Pluto walked closer towards me and rubbed his body at my legs. I thought Pluto wanted to claim what I did towards him. I felt touched with his actions. Pluto still knew his master and did his job to accompany me when I felt like being alone. Indeed I am alone without anyone in the room. How could I be cruel to him? Although I had killed him but he is still kind toward me? Picture 2 ------------------------------------------------- Then I thought of something. I had killed Pluto then how could Pluto appear in front of me? This is so confusing. Then I saw a white hair area at his body, it was the cat in my new housing area last time. “You aren’t Pluto!” shouted him and kicked the cat away from...
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...Paper: Cats Haven Nowadays, as the quality of people’s life getting higher, keeping a pet as a company at house start to become a popular trend in this society. However, a lot of people who buy pets later decide it is an inconvenience and get rid of them. Pet abandonment becomes a huge problem worldwide. There are countless millions of cats and dogs put to death every year, simply because people want to breed more pure blood pets, or just because they are not able to survive after they got abandoned. Majority pets got abandoned will have their lives forcefully ended feeling terrified, alone and unloved. Statistics worldwide shows that there are around six hundred million pets every year and many countries have extremely cruel animal overpopulation controls. Luckily, there are still groups of kind people in this world who would provide abandoned pets shelters, food, and love selflessly. I have always wanted to volunteer in an animal shelter, but it is quite difficult because volunteering at animal shelters usually requires several months of training and classes which my schedule doesn’t allow me to participate. After surfing on the Internet for 3 hours, I found Cats Haven. Cats Haven is Indianapolis’s oldest non-profit, no-kill, free-roaming feline sanctuary. It has been serving the Central Indiana community by specializing in care for special needs and elderly felines for over 25 years. After emailing back and forth with its director, Barbara Wills, my group and...
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...think you will believe my wild story. I need to get it off my chest. A lot of bad events have happened to me, but some people would say that they aren't bad. Maybe, after I tell my story someone will explain to me that these events are not as bad as they seem. Ever since I was a young boy I have always been a good person. I have always loved animals. Because of my good behavior my parents rewarded me with many of them. I got married at a young age to a woman who liked animals just as much as me. Because we loved pets she bought many of them for me. We had birds, fish, a dog, a monkey, and a cat. Pluto, the cat was my favorite pet. He was great and black. My wife used to joke about a tale that all black cats were witches in disguise. Pluto was my companion. I would do everything with him; I fed him and spent a lot of time with him. He always followed me around the house. Pluto and I had been best friends for a couple of years now. During this time I had began to drink more and more. This made me more moody. I was mean to my wife and all my animals, except for Pluto. I liked him too much to hurt him. As I continued to drink it got worse. Pluto had started to become annoying and even he had experienced my bad temper. One night, coming home, drunk, from a bar, a felt that the cat was trying to stay away from me. I grabbed him and he...
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...Comparing the Theme of Madness in “The Tell-Tale Heart” and “The Black Cat” This Essay is going to compare theme of madness presented to reader in two short stories ‘The Tell-Tale Heart’ and ‘The Black Cat’ both by Edgar Allan Poe. One might argue that the theme of madness is presented quite differently in both short stories if compared to each other. ‘The Tell-Tale Heart’ presents us a true madman; the main character kills the old man because of the look of the old mans eye. This is highlighted by the piece, which was extracted from the story itself “I loved the old man. He had never wrong me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye! Yes it was this” Furthermore it is clearly shown that the madman liked the old man and he didn’t want old mans money. Madman committed the most atrocious of crimes because of the old mans appearance. However the main character doesn’t think he is mad and strongly believes that the old mans eye was pure evil, and this is highlighted by the quotes from “The Tell-Tale Heart”. “You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded --with what caution --with what foresight --with what dissimulation I went to work! I was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him”. The main character almost tries to compensate the murder by saying that he was nice to the old man before he killed him. Moreover, the main character...
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...Fourteen years ago my life flashed before my eyes. Little did I know that my best friend would soon try to end my short life. Running down a never ending hall way, ankles bleeding, tears rolling down my cheeks, I was too young to die. Why was this happening to me? Samantha was my sister only hours before, and now she wanted to murder me in cold blood. Samantha was my cat, and I was three years old. In the early years, Samantha was a regular cat living the typical suburban cat lifestyle. She slept all day and enjoyed being rubbed on on her belly as she purred so softly. With her golden fur coat, she stood out from all the other neighborhood cats. Every once in a while, a dead bird would find its way to our door step. In a weird way, I always thought the dead animals she would bring us was her way of saying thanks for the love and care we gave her. I was too young at that time to understand that these tiny gifts that she brought to me were foreshadowing what would come later. In my little eyes, Samantha was the best cat and friend that any child could dream of having; but then things started to change. As the days passed and changed, so did Samantha’s characteristics that I loved so dearly. Her personality began to fade away from what I had known it to be. Instead of playing with the other cats in the neighborhood, Samantha began to display aggressive behavior and engage in cat fights. One morning she came home limping with cuts covering...
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...subject in a new light. I found myself torn between what I thought of as morally right and logically correct. The major argument being, is it morally ok to feed unwanted kittens to snakes? As I write this paper, I periodically glance at the picture I have of my fluffy grey cat Henry. Henry passed away when he had to be relocated to my aunt’s ranch, our house flooded in 2009 and our new condo didn’t allow pets. Now Henry had a cozy life with the Schettlers and on the ranch. Yet my aunt claims to this day, that he died of a broken heart. I, however sweet and sentimental the thought, argue that he died because my mom accidentally let him go a couple of turns in the dryer… Henry was always a fighter; I rescued him from the woods, out of a litter of two kittens he was the only survivor. His mother and sister did not make it out of the woods, but Henry wasn’t giving up that easily. After the tragic incidents that were the start of Henry’s life, I convinced my father to let him stay in the house. I know there is controversy over how animals actually feel about us, but I can assure you, you wouldn’t have questioned our relationship. I knew he was mad at me for leaving him; every time I came to visit, he would ignore my presence for the first couple of hours. Yet once he was satisfied that he had...
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...I haven’t got a job yet, therefore the problem that I have chosen will be a personal one. So, the problem that I am having is about a cat. Every day, as soon as I step outside, a cat comes rubbing itself on my legs and it gets pretty annoying after a while. The cat doesn’t have an owner, she’s a stray cat or to put it simply, the neighborhood cat. I don’t like the cat and I think it should go away, but it seems like I’m the only one who feels that way. My brother and a little girl that lives across the street play around with it, feed it and like the cat being around the neighborhood. When they feed and play around with the cat, the cat gets more attached and stays around. That’s where the problem comes in. I want the cat to go away but they feed it and make it stay around. So to analyze the problem deeper and get in more detail I have chosen the root cause analysis method. Root Cause Analysis Defining the problem • What do I see happening?...
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...JACKSON THE CRAZY CAT Jackson is a crazy cat. He is not my cat, I don’t own cats. Actually, nobody owns a cat. He “resides” with my daughter-in-law’s family who we will be staying with for a year. When my wife and I were brats in the military and moving around, we both got tired of leaving pets behind so just stopped having them very early on. The last dog that chased us down the street as we left in the station wagon on our way to Japan was my last straw. Later in life, we both had as many as two dogs at a time to catch up. We never had cats though so we figured it would not be hard on us to live with a cat when we went back to California to help family. After all, they have no personalities and just lay around all day with a blank look on their faces. Their cat, his name is Jackson, knows the family routine pretty well. In the morning mom is getting the red headed boy off to school. He also gets fed at that time and the boy too. He will lay on the kitchen floor against an out of the way wall and watch all the running back and forth. When they leave, he comes upstairs and waits on a perch he found next to the stairs. He gets a view of both floors there and the front door is in plain sight. When my wife goes down to get her cup of coffee, he is ready with a paw as she goes down. She is not a real cat fancier, does not hold him or anything and the crazy cat seems to adore her. Every morning he reaches out from his perch next to the stairs and touches her shoulder as...
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...Not seeing what is In Front Of Me Learning Autobiography Essay English Composition I EN-1102-1 Prof. Brian Campbell By: Lesia Fox September 6, 2013 Being born last of five living children out of eight born to J.F. and Verdie Mooneyham in March 1964. Back when they did not know about the dangers of eating under-processed farm meat such as cow and pig meat, drinking unpasteurized milk, when no one had ever heard of the dangers that digging in the dirt where a cat had done their business when a woman was expecting a child, and what that could cause. I was the one who was born with the effects of all these horrible side effects. Hello, I am Lesia Mooneyham Fox, and I was born with Toxoplasmosis, Which is transmitted to the unborn child from the mother through contact with the cat’s fesses, under-cooked meat, and unpasteurized milk. Without the mother even knowing, she is harming her unborn baby. This is my story, what is has been like growing up as a visually impaired person, having to learn to live as an almost sightless person in a sighted world. For me I did not realize I was different until I began to get older, probably about four or five and had trouble finding thing. I really don’t remember much about my early childhood, mostly what my family has told me. I do remember however, that I was my daddy and grandma’s shadow; where ever they were, I was right behind them. We had a farm, and I loved going to the barn with them to milk the...
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...“Do Dog People and Cat People Differ in Terms of Dominance?” https://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/canine-corner/201503/do-dog-people-and-cat-people-differ-in-terms-dominance Stanley Coren Ph.D., F.R.S.C. Published on Mar 18, 2015 Yinyin Zhu COM 231 June 3, 2015 In the article, “Do Dog People and Cat People Differ in Terms of Dominance?”, the author compared people preferring dog as their pet and people preferring cat as their pet. The author has focused on a study that tried to find the relation between people’s pet preference and their personality trait of social dominance, as in “social dominance orientation”, “interpersonal dominance”, “competitiveness”, and “narcissism”. The study has put an emphasis on the idea of “social dominance orientation”, which is a belief for a structured social relationship, based on the social rank or status, and believe that is appropriate to the society. The result of the study showed that dog people stay high on this category, which explained their preference of dogs as dogs are more submissive to them, “at least to the degree that they obey their commands”. Moreover, the level of competitiveness, or the desire to outperforming others, is also higher among dog owners than cat owners. However, the result didn’t show a decisive difference between dog people and cat people with regards to the tendency to have an aggressive interpersonal behavior, nor a strong feeling of self-importance over their pets or other people. The first...
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...My lenses in the beginning were very cloudy, not at all, like the white cat caught in my peripheral, as I headed out the door for work. A white cat, that means good luck, clean, and a loyal pet, right? On the other hand, if the cat had been black, well that’s a whole other story. A black cat brings bad luck, if it crosses your path, always dirty, and devious. Growing up a cat was described in these two ways. Well it didn’t matter, I never had a cat, didn’t much care to get to know one, plus I glanced at his claws, who want to get scratched? Days turned into weeks and the cat was still hanging around. My husband looked at the cat as having pet potential; it could keep the rodents at bay, and provide entertainment. On the other hand all I saw...
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...Kind “Come on Jack, tie it and let’s go,” yelled Papa Johnny. I was just re-tying my bandage on my leg. Why’d I have a bandage? Oh, and you’re probably wondering who Papa Johnny is. Well, he’s the head of the herd, also known as my dad and my life saver. He’s not really my father, as you can tell. I mean, you can spot out quickly that I’m the only cat in the herd. My original family left me when I was just a fur ball, and Mama Nita was the one who found me behind a dumpster. They accepted me and took care of me as I grew up. But I still don’t feel as if I belong. They gave me the bunny ears on my head so I could feel like one of them, and it did help me with the others in the herd. But to my kind, well, it almost ended my life one day, although, that same day I’ve never loved my family so much. That day, I was guarding our ally way like Papa Johnny tells me to, while the herd is out grabbing food. Then, the Junk Yard Cats came. Papa and Mama always told me about them and how they were the only pack they’ve seen around that was my kind, but they didn’t want me to ever be one of them. They had this kind of label on themselves. Well, Junk Yard Cats pretty much explains where they come from. Papa Johnny told me a few stories about them; like how they would do stupid stunts on railroad tracks, or jump off high places like bridges. Papa also told me they weren’t that intelligent. Mama Nita told me how they would walk around thinking that they owned the place. I always told them...
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...creatures; a cat or a dog. They both have similar characteristics yet they are very different animals. They have different attitudes, needs, and habits. The debate over which pet is the best, cat or dog has challenged humanity since the beginning of recorded history. To this day is unresolved, but it is the dog that is known to be mans best friend. Here are some reasons why I think dogs are better than cats. , some times will lay their head on your knee , look up at you as if their saying , “its ok , tell me what’s bothering you.” Cats could care less what mood you’re in as long as you remember where the can opener is. Dogs love to go for walks and car rides. Just say the words bye, bye or go for a walk and my dogs will jump up out of a dead sleep and head for the door. Cats, well just try and put a cat on a leash, if you haven’t ever tried it i dare you. Dogs can easily be trained to do many sorts of tricks or commands from sit and lay down, to get me a beer. Cats can be trained to use litter box. Good luck with anything other th Dogs have the attractive quality of faith and loyalty. Most dogs, there are some exceptions, but most will stand by their master to protect or warn them of danger. Cats would leave the room at the first sign of danger without notice. Cats can be trained to use litter box. Good luck with anything other than that. Dogs will listen to you when you call them in. this is one of the first and one the easiest thing to train a dog to do, I taught my dogs...
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...I sat up in my bed and swung my legs out from under the covers. I slowly walked across the room and down the stairs. Once I was in the kitchen, I looked out the window of the backdoor. Outside were my cats, Tiger, Chito, Pesto, Georgie, Bea, and Bunny. I noticed that one of my cats, Charlie, wasn’t with them. I thought to myself, ‘Maybe Charlie is under the porch.' It was a reasonable explanation. It often got hot outside and Charlie had particularly long, dark fur and probably wanted some shade. With this thought, I didn’t worry too much about Charlie. I noticed that I was the first one up that day. Both my sisters, Ellen and Molly, were still asleep, as was my mom. My dad had to get up early for work. After I ate a quick breakfast, I went...
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...have happened to me, last month I moved here, it was intimidating, I came here with three cats, that made everything two times harder. I left my family there, I miss them, yes, I do, but this change is for my wellness I was born in January 15, 2002, in Maracaibo, Venezuela, my native language is Spanish. I have an older sister; her name is Ainoa. She occasionally says that she would like to be a dermatologist. My paternal grandfather was from Galicia, Spain. My paternal grandmother was from Maracaibo, Venezuela. I never met my grandfather but I know he would like me to be a doctor like him. My maternal grandmother is from Valladolid, Spain. My maternal Grandfather is from Tétouan, Morocco. Both of them...
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