My Habitat

My home is a habitat to four humans and two cats. What I think of home is not just a building, it’s where my family is, where happiness is, where comfort is. The meaning of home on holidays is different because of more joy. I love my home because I make a lot of happy memories. I like to be at home, and I like to be together with my family. Home is where horrible jokes are told like: what do you call a flying turtle? A shell-o-copter (very bad joke). When I think of home, I think of different perspectives, so here's an example. Cats: our home is where we are fed, where humans are servants, and we know the layout. Here is a poem Here is a place full of memories. Houses aren't the same as homes Our home is special. Other homes are special My home is nice. Everything is blessed. At my home there is a sign that says: “our life, our story, our home.” The most interesting thing is, according to the sign, you need other people to have a home. I have deeper feelings at home because I feel safe. I like to have a brother because I have someone to play video games with. I have different homes and families, like my school family and more. I like the smell of my garage. It smells steamy and misty. Here is another poem. Home can not be found even if you look all around but if multiple people look they can succeed and you can be freed. At home is a bit different than any other place. If I didn’t have a home I wouldn’t want to live. Now this is done, have fun.