There is No Place Like Home

When I get home, I feel cozy and calm. That’s when I see my mom. I step in the front door, and I see my cat. She plops herself down on the mat. I smell my mom she’s doing a bake. That reminds me she’s making a cake. My mom cooks a dish. I hope it is not fish. I walk in the door and my cat comes to rub her fur. And sometimes she makes a noise that sounds like a purr. I walk in the front door I hear my mom yelling at my cat. The cat is always being a brat. I wish everyone can have a home. And even a garden gnome.