MY WORLD

 MY CAT

For a long time I have cats living in my garden but they aren’t my cats. They are only living in my garden. But it’s true that I give them something to drink and to eat. Five or six years ago, in December, for Christmas the ‘’Mami’’ give birth to three little baby cats. When my parents discovered that their mum did not want to suckle them, they took the babies to give them some milk. But two of these babies died soon. Nevertheless, only my cat “Xeta” survived.

However, ‘’Mami’’ is still alive with two of her daughters “Marta” and “Mercè”. But “Marta” and “Mercè” aren’t Xeta’s sisters, they are her stepsisters.   

This is why I’m living with a cat now. My cat is lovely and cuddly.  She loves my mum so much. When my mum goes out Xeta begins to cry in front of the door, and when my mum arrives home my cat comes  quickly to say hello. She loves my father a lot too. When my father says, ‘’come on Xeta!” and he taps his shoulder, Xeta climbs the stairs and goes to my fathers shoulder, like a parrot! My cat doesn’t like to be alone; she always wants to be with someone, to have company.

I love my cat a lot, but I think that sometimes she doesn’t love me so much, because I always have scratches, like my sister, mother and father. Not my brother, because, I don’t know why, but Xeta hates him a lot.