Personal Narrative-The Cat Once Called Friday

The Cat Once Called Friday

It was a nice summer day. The sun was shining but the heat was numbed by the cool breeze. It was almost too nice to stay inside. However, I was up in my room typing up a story or something of that nature. I don’t remember what I was doing but I remember that it was in the middle of July. Imagine that, a nice day in the middle of a Texas’ July. It’s almost unheard of and I was inside. Well, what can I say I love to write. I think I remember what I was writing. It was a story about my Cassey. Cassey was my first kitty. I got her when I was three. Boy, did I miss her. I had lost her only two weeks before that nice July day. Cassey was me and mom’s little princess. She made sure of it to. She made sure that was treated like the five-pound princess she was. Cassey and I had our scuffs but in the end we were almost best friends. I guess, that’s why …show more content…
I have had cats practically my whole life. I knew what they were like. My dog, Friday, was actually my first dog. My parents fostered him as a birthday present for me. All my life I always wanted a dog. However since mom was in the army, we had to move around alot. That was the reason, my parents decided to get animals that could easily adjust to change, cats. We never imagined that we would end up adopting Friday. Shucks, we never imagined anything happening like it did in our lives still it did. Life for my family has been a big “if” even to this day. Back in those days, I often thought of how different my life would be if my parents were actually happy together. I often thought that way when I was walking Friday, my scruffy puppy, not the cat. While I was walking Friday back home, I witnessed something that I never imagined would happen. It was “Friday’s” owners driving off in full flipping U-Haul. I was little concerned why they were leaving without their