Personal Narrative: Mist, Cole And Owl
Jade
The day was dull and the sky looked foreboding, murky clouds rolling over a backdrop of bleak gray. The wind was chilly and I huddled into my jacket as I looked up at the marble building that stood towering over me like a mountain. Or at least that’s what it felt like.
My past year had been an interesting one. I had attempted to adopt three kittens, Mist, Cole, and Owl, all of which ended up being sick. Mist developed a growth in her throat that would be too expensive to care for, Cole was diagnosed with a rare disease with no known cure, and Owl caught a fungus called ringworm.
I was almost at a breaking point after three sick kittens. I believed that any kitten I tried to adopt would be sick.
Yet here I was, sitting in the car in the Humane Society parking lot, thoughts racing.
This kitten is gonna be sick, I know it, I thought to myself, countless times. Chills ran down my spine. The walkway into the building stretched endlessly; there was no way I would get in there. I became aware of each step. …show more content…
It’s already been adopted,” one of them said, pointing at her “adopted” sign. I once again felt my shoulders rise and angry buzzing thoughts return to my mind.
“Yeah. By me,” I replied coldly. My defensive nature kicked in. My brain perceived it as a threat; the universe was trying to tear this kitten away from me already and I wasn’t about to let that happen again.
After the couple left with uncomfortable expressions, I calmed myself and continued playing with Jade until a volunteer came and put her in our cat carrier. I walked out into the main lobby and made anxious eye contact with my mom and we both walked out of the shelter in silence.
The day was bright with a welcoming sky and cotton clouds. A cool breeze broke the heavy humidity and lifted a weight off my shoulders. The building that was once a towering mountain was behind me and my pathway lead home. A new family member was coming home and this time, she was
The day was dull and the sky looked foreboding, murky clouds rolling over a backdrop of bleak gray. The wind was chilly and I huddled into my jacket as I looked up at the marble building that stood towering over me like a mountain. Or at least that’s what it felt like.
My past year had been an interesting one. I had attempted to adopt three kittens, Mist, Cole, and Owl, all of which ended up being sick. Mist developed a growth in her throat that would be too expensive to care for, Cole was diagnosed with a rare disease with no known cure, and Owl caught a fungus called ringworm.
I was almost at a breaking point after three sick kittens. I believed that any kitten I tried to adopt would be sick.
Yet here I was, sitting in the car in the Humane Society parking lot, thoughts racing.
This kitten is gonna be sick, I know it, I thought to myself, countless times. Chills ran down my spine. The walkway into the building stretched endlessly; there was no way I would get in there. I became aware of each step. …show more content…
It’s already been adopted,” one of them said, pointing at her “adopted” sign. I once again felt my shoulders rise and angry buzzing thoughts return to my mind.
“Yeah. By me,” I replied coldly. My defensive nature kicked in. My brain perceived it as a threat; the universe was trying to tear this kitten away from me already and I wasn’t about to let that happen again.
After the couple left with uncomfortable expressions, I calmed myself and continued playing with Jade until a volunteer came and put her in our cat carrier. I walked out into the main lobby and made anxious eye contact with my mom and we both walked out of the shelter in silence.
The day was bright with a welcoming sky and cotton clouds. A cool breeze broke the heavy humidity and lifted a weight off my shoulders. The building that was once a towering mountain was behind me and my pathway lead home. A new family member was coming home and this time, she was