Personal Narrative On Milo

I didn’t know why my Mom was bringing up all of Milo’s old stuff, and going to a lot of pet stores at first, but eventually I began to think that maybe we were getting a new cat. I thought that until she had me look at a picture of her and the perfect cat. At this point I knew we were getting a kitten, the perfect kitten. I didn’t know what the perfect kitten’s name was yet.
“Do you like her?” My Mom Asked me, “I love her!” I exclaimed, “Whats her name?” “You pick.” My Mom said.
At first I didn’t know what to name her, because I like to see the animal’s behavior before I name them. After a few days, I picked the name Wilo. I liked the name Wilo because she's the color of a pussy Willow, she's a light grey with a off-white piece of fur under her chin and the tip of her tail is that off-white color. …show more content…
1 week later I asked my Mom if I could bring Wilo outside,
“Mom, can I bring Wilo outside since me and you are going outside?” I asked, “Sure just put her on a leash and give her to me.”
I got really excited, but I tried not to sound that excited, “Ok” I whispered.
I grabbed Wilo and put my old dog’s leash on her, in my head I was screaming with excitement, but I was trying to be my quietest on the outside. Once I had the collar and leash on her I grabbed her and brought her to my Mom, My Mom and I went outside and put Wilo on the ground. Wilo ran away from the green grass and stood in our dull driveway and did absolutely nothing, so we tried again and she did the same thing.
“But Milo was an indoor outdoor cat and she's an indoor cat,” I mumbled “What?” My Mom asked, “Nothing” and with that I picked up Wilo and sprinted inside. I didn’t try anything outside with her again, she clearly is an indoor cat. No matter what I did she wasn’t acting like