Home

I know I’m home when I hear my sisters’ kittens named Ottis and Ash cry, meowing at my threshold to eat my loom bands and beads! Home isn’t just a place; it’s where I feel most happy like when I play with Ottis and Ash, especially when they chase the toy car and their ball with the bell in it. (I bet my sisters’ shopping list is only cat toys, treats and food). At home, my mom makes me feel most cared for because she takes care of me and my sister and she feeds us. My sisters’ kittens (Ottis and Ash) also calm me down when I cry. For example, that one time my leg was numb and I fell and hit my head really hard. Plus, I’m learning how to feed Ottis and Ash. Even though all homes are different my home is mine and I like it that way.