Personal Narrative: A Place To Adopt

I was heading to the pound, a place where cats and dogs are locked up waiting to be adopted. I nervously looked out the window of my mom’s car, wondering if I would get the cat I want. “Does the pound even have the cat I want? What if someone else adopts the cat I want?” I asked my mom, hastily waiting for a response. “I’m sure they will have the cat you want. Nobody will adopt the cat you want but you.” My mom’s soothing voice calmed my worries. I felt at peace.
I looked out the window to find that we were pulling in to the parking lot of this place. Parking the car, we went outside. I felt a surge of excitement run through me as I walked inside. I instantly smelled the horrid scent of rusting metal. I looked around, seeing the ceiling which was nowhere close to …show more content…
I finally reached the end, where all of the adult cats were. They were just as playful as the kittens in the front. One was orange with deep amber eyes, who whipped around like an owl scaring me. “I certainly don’t want that cat.” I thought, moving on to the next cage. In there was a gray plump cat who was meowing every single second, trying to convince me to adopt him. I knew what would happen to these adult cats if they didn’t get adopted, sadly. They’d die. I felt so bad for the cats and considered getting one of them, but I quickly exited the aisle.
“Those poor cats...” I thought once more, hoping that they’d get adopted by a generous fellow. I decided to go back to the front where the orange and white kitten was at. Of course, he was waiting for me, sitting in an elegant position. But, when he heard the jingling of the cat toys, he instantly got into a fighting stance. I brought the toy close to the cage again, seeing him bat at it once again. I played with him for a while until I decided that I had to make my final decision. This kitten was too playful for me, if I couldn’t find the cat I truly want I would pick