Home

My home is a place that feels like a soft cushion consuming my entire body with loving care. When I go home, I get greeted by my cats, they meow and nuzzle into my arms and legs as if I was their mother. I wait for my parents to return home so I can help them bring things in. I feed and take care for my cats; they cuddle me when I’m sad or hurt. My mother peels me a pomelo every day, or even a pomegranate. I usually go grocery shopping with my mom and dad. They buy me food and treats for my cats, maybe even ice cream for a treat for me. My brother takes me to get fish and more toys for the cats. I have a bed that comforts me, my cats love to climb up on it. My bed is so comfy and warm, I use two blankets because my room is at the back of the house. I help my mom clean when it gets cluttered. I love to sit with my mom and play with the cats as she prepares food for the family. My mom makes rice and Chinese sausages for me at least once a week. My dad gets me most of the stuff that I ask for. I love to go in the basement to bother my brother, he throws me over his shoulder and carries me out of the basement. I spend lots of time with my family. That is what my home is like, a wonderful place oh warmth.