Vince the Cat

Home is somewhere I am safe. Where I am happy and I am thankful for what I have. I walk into my room and my cat follows me with his tail brushing against my leg. It’s so messy in there - I really need to clean in there. With the space that I do have I sit down on the ground and start experimenting on my piano keyboard. My cat is the colour of rust. I can smell the dinner that my mum is making. It smells like veggie dogs. I go to the art table and start drawing. I`m often drawing cats. My cat Vince jumps up onto the counter and he drinks his water like a nut job. After my cat is drinking his water he goes to the litter box and he claws at it. Meow! Vince meows at the door and it’s really annoying. Vince loves to jump up on my top bunk and knock things off my dresser. Vince is the best cat ever.