Growing up as an only child I always begged my parents for a pet. I have had fish, hamsters, hermit crabs, but none of them ever seemed to fill my need for friendship. I needed something that could show its affection back, something big enough to play with, and most importantly a pet that would not leave me, a fragile youth, in tears in just a few short months.
When I was nine years old, my fate changed. My beloved hamster, Sweetie Two, passed away while I was away at a friend’s house and I was distraught. My mother, being quite tired of the many failed attempts to find her lonely daughter a pet, finally broke down and convinced my father to let me get a cat. Being a friendless, pet-less, and generally clueless third grader, this was probably not the best idea to let me pick out with cat I wanted from the Humane Society, but that is exactly what happened. So, nine years into my already odd life, I welcomed in a creature that could only loosely be described as a cat, my cat, Tegan. …show more content…
Her chin is also white and she has half a white mustache. She has black stripes like a tiger that get thicker towards her tail. As she has aged she has started turning grey, but only on her tail. She is shaped liked a basketball with a head, limbs, and tail. She looks similar to a sack of potatoes, probably like a 20 pound sack. She had light green eyes with yellow veins running through them. The left eye is lazy and when Tegan is very content is noticeable. When she opens her mouth, it is also easy to see that she has only a few teeth, due to a thyroid issue that existed before I adopted
When I was nine years old, my fate changed. My beloved hamster, Sweetie Two, passed away while I was away at a friend’s house and I was distraught. My mother, being quite tired of the many failed attempts to find her lonely daughter a pet, finally broke down and convinced my father to let me get a cat. Being a friendless, pet-less, and generally clueless third grader, this was probably not the best idea to let me pick out with cat I wanted from the Humane Society, but that is exactly what happened. So, nine years into my already odd life, I welcomed in a creature that could only loosely be described as a cat, my cat, Tegan. …show more content…
Her chin is also white and she has half a white mustache. She has black stripes like a tiger that get thicker towards her tail. As she has aged she has started turning grey, but only on her tail. She is shaped liked a basketball with a head, limbs, and tail. She looks similar to a sack of potatoes, probably like a 20 pound sack. She had light green eyes with yellow veins running through them. The left eye is lazy and when Tegan is very content is noticeable. When she opens her mouth, it is also easy to see that she has only a few teeth, due to a thyroid issue that existed before I adopted