Home

What is home? Love, food and pets. When I get up in the morning I get my cat’s food. One of my cats always wants food and wakes me up, on top of me at six a.m. to meow at me. I laugh because me and my brother play a game to see who my cat will choose. We call him all the time to see who he will come to. He always comes to me because I pet them the most. I love home because I sleep with my cats and watch movies on Netflix. Sometimes if you go close to his stomach you can feel his heart beat. One of my cats is shy so she does not really come to me or my brother. My cats like to sleep. One of my cat’s name is Carlos. He is the one that looks like a raccoon cat. My other one, Bella, the shy one, is a black cat with yellow eyes. Carlos has blue eyes and long whiskers. One time he wanted to go in the sink and we poured water on him just a little bit. Home is happiness because I see my cats and my family. I feel safe in my home and welcomed. I love my home because my cats always wait at the door to see me. They are super nice and I love them to the end. I love my cats because they love me too and they make me comfortable and safe.