Personal Narrative: Feli's Home

After a few long hours, I am awakened by a slight tap on my hand which is hanging over the small bench. I peek my bright green eyes open and squint from the blazing sun in the distance. I look around and don’t see anything that caused the tapping. I sit up, yawn, and scratch at my feline-like ears. I yawn once more and stretch my stiff human bones. Suddenly, the tapping that awoke me from my sleep repeats, but this time it’s on my leg and it hurts! I jumped up from the old bench and fall on my behind facing it. I look under the bench and see a white figure underneath. I soon discover that this mysterious figure is just my brother, Feliciano. Feli has always been nice and all, but he is kind of annoying and he always get what he wants. He was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, being adopted into a family early. …show more content…
I’ve had to deal with dogs, wild animals, and worst of all, people. He stares at me for a little bit then he tilts his head. I speak with questioning tone, “Feli?” He perks up at the sound of his nickname and gets a confused look on his face. “Lovino?” He meows. It’s unknown to me how I can still communicate with cats...maybe it’s the ears, but whatever. I smile and pick him up. Surprisingly, he seems light for a pampered pet. I rub my face on him and he returns the favor. He meows, “ What the heck happened, Lovi!? How are you human!? I want to become one, too! How did you become one!?” I try to answer his questions, but his blubbering is covering up my deep, light voice. As soon as he starts to calm down, I begin to explain my incident. He sits and ponders for a bit. We sit quietly for, but then Feli breaks the peaceful silence with his piercing yelp. “I have an idea! I have an idea! I know! I know!”
“Spit it out then!” I yell at him a little too